i was driving in to work today in an alright mood; listening to some tracks i downloaded from the new cursive cd courtesy of my ipod. i can’t wait for that show next weekend, hot damn it’s going to swing.

not the point though. i stopped at a stop light that happened to be next to my favorite — that is to say, cheapest — gas station on the route to the office, intersection of crenshaw and jefferson, and looked up at the sign. unleaded regular for $1.999 per gallon! everything’s going to be okay everybody, gas prices in LA have come back under a 2 dollars in at least one location. i actually yelled ‘alright!’ out loud, meaning either i am very sad or just very broke. if only you could see the dance i’m doing right now you’d know which one it wasn’t.

have you watched die hard lately by the way? that movie is spectacular. every line the main characters say is practically a quotable one-liner. i briefly wrestled with the idea that if that movie were to come out now i would lump it in with a vin diesel movie and think it was garbage, and the only reason i like it so much is because it’s a classic in my frame of reference. i quickly put that down though when bruce willis was crawling through a ventilation shaft and said, “now i know what a TV dinner feels like.” eat that shit, triple-X. or should i say, “eat me harvey.” (another quotation.)

[now hearing this: an oddly quiet office.]