it's bad, it's bad...
i pretty much don't have anything to talk about right now, mostly because i have spilled my guts completely on three separate occaisions today. i don't know how to spell occaision. instead, you'd think i would pick a new word, but hey man, i need to embrace my weaknesses.
anyway - thus, i'm tired and sucked dry. i'm feeling an unbelievable and overwhelming mixture of sappiness and hopefulness and fear and disgruntledness.

so instead of being deep and introspective, i'll tell you about the Best. Dream. Ever. it happened this morning at 3am. no wait, it was actually the Worst. Dream. Ever... but who's counting...

first off, let me tell you that the main characters in the dream were Michael Jackson, LL Cool J, and blue painter's masking tape. an important side note is that i am utterly disgusted by michael jackson. utterly. i can't stomach the thought of the man/thing. ll cool j, however... i don't know much about him, but i had been discussing him with my good friend austin recently.

anyway, apparantly, michael jackson was pissed off. he was raging. ll cool j shows up, and jacko starts to tell him off. jacko has a high pitched voice, as if he were some comedian impersonating jacko. ll cool j rightly sees this whole situation as funny. and oh man, when jacko is raging, you must know NOT TO LAUGH AT HIM. so (and you have to picture this), michael jackson takes his little pasty hand and pushes ll cool j. saying something like, "don't mess with me bro."

ll cool j laughs more, partly in disbelief, partly in appreciation for the comedic scene at hand.

anyway, jacko pulls out a gun and points it, shakingly, at ll cool j. so ll cool j walks away, shaking his head.

scene change: ll cool j's house or studio or office or something. michael jackson has broken in, and is vandalizing the place. his weapon of choice? the blue painter's masking tape. oh hell yes. you know he means business because he's splurged for the 2" thick roll. anyway, he's taping everything up. wrapping the blue tape around recording equipment, TVs, the desk, his furniture, you name it.
eventually, ll cool j comes home, with a friend and a kid. they're all understandably laughing and recounting the earlier wacko jacko incident. michael jackson hears them coming so, to hide (hopefully), he dives into the giant pile of stuffed animals that ll cool j has in the corner of the room. because that's something ll cool j would TOTALLY have in the corner of the room.

anyway, then i woke up.

i'm wondering if i should be more concerned by the presence of michael jackson in my dream, or by the presence of blue painter's masking tape. TWO INCH THICK blue tape, at that.
and i promise you, i'm not taking any mind-altering drugs before i go to bed.