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here we have it. i'm staying in to watch the united states of leland. i'm hoping for good things, but as far as i can tell kevin spacey is bullet-proof. there are two songs that i can't escape right now. 1. couches in alleyways by styrofoam. 2. trainer by pinback. both so good. i love this show about virgins. life as we know it. if you know me i just refer to it as "the virgin show". sun kill moon is so fucking good. sorry for being a little scatterbrained. and animal collective are fucking bomb too. i'm gonna watch that movie, well no, i'm gonna watch the end of the virgin show, than watch that movie. but it's a commerical, so i'll keep talking. i just feel so chatty i guess. it's warm in my house right now, and that never happens. i'm not shaving right now. and i'm letting my hair grow out. it looked cool today, but it's hit or miss really. it could look really bad tomorrow, and it very well may. i just want to look good and dirty when i have to go to my family christmas affair. actually, someone told me i look homeless yesterday, so i'm on the right track. i was driving to get a burrito and i was listening to sung tongs and i was having such a really great time. i was smiling, and every fucking bird in town was chirping, and the weather was great somehow. i was really happy, and just having so much fun. well, i'm gonna get running. but have a great time. wow, i guess this guy on the virgin show isn't a virgin anymore. oh wait, nevermind, he still is. whatevr.