Crocodile Rock has been stuck in my head for a bit. How I long to be a turtle in a half shell. (Turtle Power!) I stood outside my house this morning and watch the garbage truck collect the trash cans. A huge mechanical arm grabs it and dumps the contents into the truck. It was kinda a cool sight. But damn those things are loud.
I'm starting to get that feeling again. The one where I really want to go to sleep but sadly can't. Fuck you insomnia. Fuck you very much. I'm gonna blame you for all the things that have gone wrong in my life.
Dear Academy of Art; please call me back. I really want that job and I'll freakin kick ass over there. Put me in the game coach!
