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Okay, so this old friend came up to me in a restaurant tonight. I'd only seen him about once a year since high school, but each time it was a conversation that just seemed to pick up where the last one left off. I mean, the first time we met was literally twenty years ago on the monkey bars on a playground. Or was it the trapeze? Anyway, we've been good friends ever since and now he tells me he's living here after a ten year absence. This is the answer to some of my prayers! This is a _friend_ who understands what I mean when to his, "I saw all the signs that things were going wrong" I reply, "Signs only have writing on the backs of them."

He gets the joke! All I want is for someone to get the joke. And I mean that in a large sense of course. Cause the whole damn thing is a joke, life.

I noticed though as I said yesterday that most of my jokes are mean jokes. I just ride by people in the car and want to make fun of their car, their hair, their clothes, the dumb stickers on their car. I realized I was doing this all the time, even in church. Its like a screensaver my mind switches to. It used to be sex all the time, now its cattiness.

My mom ansked my best friend to catsit next weekend while my fam-damnily goes to the Jimmy Buffet (yes, said that) concert in Orlando. And my friend asked me, "Why doesn't she just put a doggy door on the house?" And I said, because my mother tends to be a bit, well, anxious, "Then possums, raccoons, or robbers might get in. It'd be a semi-permeable membrane." And she asked if my mom could hear me being so mean. I said, I thought it was funny, and she said I thought so too. But that's what I'm talking about. I'm just not a person with something nice or nothing at all to say. Ans have been really proud if it up til now. But it may be why I know so many mean people.

Okay. before I log off to listen to the Velvet Goldmine sntrk I went out and bought today, complete this sentence. "If you like Flaming Lips, you'll love ...*insert band name here*". I don't exactly have my finger on the pulse of good new rock down here.

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