i got an email solicitation with the subject line ‘increased sexual potency’ this morning, as i have so many times before along with the ones for ‘daddy doing daughter’ or maybe ‘all natural beauties’, so i wasn’t impressed. but then i looked in the from: field, and it was from TRON! no, i’m not kidding. the savior of cyberspace has my email address, and he wants me to have increased size and stamina to please my woman right! of course i knew that guy had things figured out, but i thought it ended with ridding the mainframe of evil. i had no idea he’d concern himself with a user like that. what a great guy.

last night’s concert was quite potent itself. i really love the addition of a cellist to the cursive lineup — i think it gives their songs a much fuller, grander feel. nevermind she was very cute. but the sound was just huge and powerful and i was loving every minute of it. that is, until they had to play the art-ified version of ‘the radiator hums’, my favorite cursive song which normally rocks, only now turned into some soulful piano-centric version that didn’t rock at all. it was good, or it would have been if i didn’t know about the original and want much much more to hear that instead, but i was just angry. that was about the fourth song in though. the whole rest of the set was great and i did enjoy it. appleseed cast and no knife weren’t too bad either.

then we came home to go to our friends’ party, and were greeted by several cop cars, a firetruck, an ambulance, and a HELICOPTER circling overhead. i swear i am not making any of this up. we missed a party that warranted a helicopter. no one was hurt or anything; it was just so huge it had to be stopped. before we even showed up. weak shit man. real weak.

so last night we settled for going to get tacos, and today it’s not warm enough to go to the beach so we have to find something else to do and are going stir-crazy. if anyone’s having a picnic give me a shout so i can enjoy the sunshine with you.

[now hearing this: cursive – the ugly organ.]