i heard you let somebody get their fingers into you

ya know how you know if you’re cool or not? just ask yourself if you like panic at the disco. if you answer in the affirmative, then you’re gold.

also, if you use internet explorer it doesnt matter if you like panic b/c anything rad that i try to post on my blog seems to break IE. so apparently the coolness test consists of 2 things…

so lately, i’ve become addicted to micro-blogging the events of my life on twitter. i’ve realized that in doing so, i’ve literally constructed an outline for numerous daily blog posts. this is good news for you.

tomorrow stonebraker is flying into SoCal and i’m going to pick him up b/c that’s what good friends fucking do. he’s going to be busy with all of his top-secret-business so we might only have time for 1-15 drinks on friday afternoon. i told him that the best way to conduct his top-secret-business is to be drooling-drunk.

i’ve been listening to “pretty.odd.” on a non-stop basis and i even learned the chords to “we’re so starving” so that i could entertain buster with my guitar/vocal stylings. the louder i sing and the more i make the song about him the more he goes crazy. i’m not quite sure if he LOVES it or if it’s the equivalent to puppy water-boarding.

so today i was reading some random blog whose name escapes me and they mentioned “muskrat love” by captain & tenille. consequently, i’ve had that fuck song stuck in my head all day. also, when i was in 4th grade i had a huge crush on a girl named tenille but she was in love with the cool kid from school whose dad was a big shot doctor. last i heard that kid was all strung out on meth. so in addition to having a shitty song in my head, i’ve been feeling bad about turning out “better” than the cool kid in 4th grade.