facing forward like a big boy.

Dude, I was going to be so productive this morning. I was so tired and full of ambition at the same time. In my sleepy state it was easy to slip into the dream world of productivity. I was going to do this and this and this and this other thing. I was gonna be friggin' amazing. The stuff of legend. People would look at me and wonder how I could fit so much into so little time and want to sleep with me. Yeah, I was gonna be a rock star, a super star...
For the life of me I can't remember one thing I was going to do. Nothing. Something something about be an organic compound and subject to decay. Such is life. I accept this and am one step closer to enlightenment. The path is the destination.
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I am ready for my life to take an exciting twist, like in some funny movie. Here is how it should go...
These 2 dudes, played by Owen Wilson and Jason Lee, will mistake me for the son of a corrupt senator (because the resembelence is remarkable) and kidnap me. They want to stop the senator from blocking the passage of a bill that will finally decriminalize marijuana and will ransom me off in exchange for this. They will discover that I am not really the senators son when they hit the real son while they are driving down the road arguing. They find the sons wallet, thats how they know, and they take it, and the son is in a coma and cannot be identified because his head is wrapped in bandages. So they are not sure what to do with me but I suggest that I would be willing to help them with their cause by pretending to be the senators son. There would be a bunch of pot smoking, and hot women that find me REALLY attractive because I will not have sex with them, even though they are very erotic, because I am married and would never cheat on my wife.
My wife is supportive of my hijinks as long as it doesn't take too long, she is waiting at home and planning a big suprise of some sort because she loves me (there is happy music and baloons and love in the air). The real senators son coming out of his coma. The senator, played by Christopher Walken, is caving in to our demands and is going to vote appropriately. For some reason there is a lot of running around and everything comes to a head and finally the vote comes and it passes and everyone rejoices, and the senators son has amnesia and does not know if he was kidnapped or not and I am a hero and at the end everyone is sitting in a cafe by the lake laughing and tokin' up.
That is how it should go.
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The duffle bag dude is rapidly becoming the new sausage on the bus. I can totally picture him in a robe and pajamas and paper slippers, shuffling around some mental ward and randomly freaking out when someone turns the channel on the community tv or the baseball game goes into extra innings.
He was all twitchy and shit today. I actually got to sit in a regular seat (facing forward) and was watching the back of his head and he went through his motions. Again, diggin' in his duffle, checkin' the time, trying to get comfortable with his head against the backrest. I noticed a wedding ring on his hand and thought, how odd that he is actually married, then I thought, well shit, they let me get married so I guess it ain't so unusual (we take care of each other)... I am going to bring my camera and sneak a picture. Today I could have gotten most of the characters all in one shot. It would have been sweet.
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OK bitches...
You must enjoy the following music TODAY:
Go to: Mezzotint and click on the MP3 link and download everything you can find. Mark Mulcahy is the shit!!!
DUDE, NPR... Holy Shit!!! You can download entire concerts there...
Is that Neko Case? Yep! Colin Meloy, for real? Indeed. Oops... the Colin Meloy concert has been removed... Heh, never fear, I have skills, download here
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