I'm Practically Shitting These Random Thoughts Out
Since David Blaine's been in the news lately, I thought I'd share with you a prediction I've made. David Blaine is a very tricky fellow, and his stunts, such as the recent staying underwater thing, seem to often border on fatal, therefore I predict that within two years, David Blaine will die. Well, he'll technically die. But he will then raise himself from the dead. Really.
If I am going to choose a combination of two "real" colors (read: no black, grey, or white), I will pick pink and green.
I like to drive my parents and siblings crazy when I go home to visit them by incessantly playing Tori Amos songs on their piano. I know it drives them crazy, but my mom does like "Jackie's Strength." I once spent a whole summer learning her songs, and I can play her music better than any of that Liszt or Chopin bullshit.
I fucking love David Sedaris. Nobody makes me laugh out loud whilst reading harder than he does.
I got a free bike this weekend. It's a black '73 Phillips something-or-other (I know nothing about bicycles), and it needs some work (brakes, new paint, new seat, new chain), but hell. It was free.
Britney Spears has done went and got herself knocked up again.
This weekend, I am going to a baby shower for a girl I haven't seen since the day I graduated from high school. She is naming her baby Tyler.