They've had more motorcycles stolen than Nirvana has songs about heroin

I didn't get out of bed today until 7 PM, although I woke up at 2:30. I spent most of the intervening time hiding under the covers and speaking harshly to Patrick, who deserved it. Anger is a very tiring business.

Looking for Hip Gunslingers

A friend of mine who is also on lj is organizing a mass mix-tape exchange so that, you know, we can all show off how cool we are. Actually, it's probably a mix-CD exchange. You'd have to ask her. Anyway, musicophiles should go here.

The Lasso of Truth

After weeks of effort and deals with elder gods, I am now able to do six girly-style push-ups. Six! Count 'em! Hold up three fingers on each hand, and look at them. That's how many sort-of push-ups I can do! It also forms a double W, and we know what WW stands for: Wonder Woman. Shit, I'll be deflecting bullets with my wrists any day now.