Hey there Red Reds!!! Back in the saddle again, glad to be home, Jackson!!! No more babys.

MGMT Lovers? We are all.

-z-dizzle.

PS: Did you know Tupac and madonna dated?

Probably the best thing that I have heard of in some time is the news of this marquee construction sign in Texas that was hacked in to yesterday and the message changed to:
"Zombies in area. Run for your lives!"
Sometimes I wonder why I read the news and then something like this happens and I remember again. The audacity of those punks. I would probably literally kiss the dirty stinky feet of the person that did this. I don't know why, but that made me feel so happy. I think because right before I read about it, I read about the second slaying of an entire family this week. I can't believe what is going on in this country right now. Deadly ice storms, murder suicides, unemployment. It's all so devastating, and it stresses the hell out of me. I'll tell you what.
Ahhhhh!!! Zombies in area!!! Thank you sign hacker. I needed that.

I was talking to my brother last night (his birthday, imagine my luck having called him!) and after mistaking his age of 28 for 27, I realized that in just short of three weeks, I will be 24. As far as my brother's current age is concerned, I believe he is well ahead of many 28 year olds I know. He is engaged, moving in to a nice house next month, good job, planning readily for the future of kids and an excessively rambunctious dog. I on the other hand am undecided on how qualified I feel to be 24 . This is where Yosemite has led me astray on so many levels. The suspension of reality and what life is like beyond these walls. I mean, I eat chili straight out the can and wear cut off jeans! Out there, people are living paycheck to paycheck. And despite this they are still getting married and spawning at increasingly rapid rates. Yikes.

In here if I wake up one day and want to but a jetski, I can do just that! I can take my savings and dump it on some useless piece of plastic motorized brouhaha and continue to live my life with little to no reprecussions. Except that I would own a rediculous jetski.

Here is what I have to offer twenty four years of life spent on this planet:
-The ability to quote every Judd Apatow film and the entire Freaks and Geeks series with little error
-A small collection of home made comics starring an African American Stick Figure Sail Boat Captain
-Ability to recite the Greek Alphabet, the Preamble, and in Hebrew the "Rubber Duckie" song
-Underwear drawer dividers (patent pending)
-A winning smile

Not qualified for 24? Self inventory of useful strengths denotes overqualified!
In your face, space coyote.

-LJ out

Even Cowgirls get the Poos

Zara has left for ten days leaving me ten days to fend for myself in this blustery wasteland. She had to go see the new baby, which I suspect is what her witness protection advisor told her to use as an excuse to "get the hell out of dodge for a few days." E-mail interception my friends. Learn it well. I am on to you, Sykes!
Currently, I am at work and have made two sales. The day is more than half over, and I still need to close the store for a thirty minute lunch period. Profit is looking bleak for this wet Thursday afternoon. I don't think I have ever had such a lonely job.
Times like these I can most relate to an over-zealous dog that gets left behind a lot. Glances at the door often with quiet anticipation. Ears perk at the slightest indication of life outside. Licks and jumps (and sometimes pees) all over people when they walk in.
-Lonely
-Unwanted
-Randy Quaid.