Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Syntax and Context left work early. Cryptic's in right now, and Incoherency will be working the night shift.

I got an insanely accurate fortune cookie. As did my dining companion.

Invented a fun plot for a Twilight Zone episode.

We played the numbers on the back.

This car has great pickup. Later, the car blows sideways in the wind, and trembles in the wake of passing trucks. I amend. Maybe this is because it is made out of styrofoam.

And in a certain light, it feels like home.

On men and shorts: the "yes" to cargo, the "no" to jean.

Sleep, barely.






(Very much.)


(Fondly. With gratitude.)

A well-deserved nap feels like joy.

Not alone in delighting so in Hot Chip's "Playboy". (and I've been meaning to recommend this to you, too.)

If I could bottle this up, or put this in gelcaps, maybe it'd help.

I think the mint julep is just a mojito from Kentucky.

More testimonials on behalf of American Apparel shirts.

Warning: some individuals are highly reactive with exposure to "Parklife"

When she tells you she's married, yes, that means she's not single.

Texas toast patty melt plate and a decaf please.


I think too much.



Limes, limes, limes.

The difference between mezcal and tequila.

A ridiculously shaped sunburn.

So what does Simone say? (As the sun sets.)

And more!

Another! And another!

Happy, continued.

Time winding down.

Begin: the Missing.


Slightly confused.

But more happy than confused.

And, reverse.

(There is always more than this.)


Blogger Dee said...


Wednesday, May 17, 2006 3:51:00 PM  
Anonymous RIMBoy said...

Good luck keeping me from wearing jean shorts.

Friday, May 19, 2006 5:07:00 PM  
Blogger heidi said...

remind me to wake casey in the middle of the night sometime by blasting activating Blur singles into the phone...

Sunday, June 04, 2006 3:54:00 PM  

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