yes, i am back.

but only because it's been 51 weeks; and i'm sure the next post will be in another 51 weeks.
nothing much has happened lately, except that rescue me came back on wednesday, reminding me how much i freaking love denis leary in that role. also, my sister is moving to boston in two weeks, which is refreshing because she's lived in shitty expensive europe since i was 10. i actually love europe, and am quite envious of those years; but she's almost 35 and we are only now starting to have a real adult relationship. so props to massachusetts, and the many road trips i'll take there in future.

anyway i gotta go eat some food; and i really wish i had a j. like, really.

lisa: are those real cobras?
bart: some are real; some are just robots filled with venom.

(NB: the cobras are repeatedly biting homer in the ass)

i'm not sure how the public feels about that jimmy fallon pepsi commercial with the dancing..
but i think it's amazing. i.e. HILAR



..anyone?

i'm going to see M1 (of dead prez) tonight.
it better be freakin amazing.

also on the subject of blackness, my sister is going to trinidad on tuesday for three weeks.
i'm not sure why i opted not to go, but clearly i made the wrong choice.
i'm so jealous it's unbelievable.

sara: that's why i hate the yankees; they're all fascists.
mariea: but... Jeter!
sara: HITLER!!!

best conversation i ever had.

yesterday i finished my pack of 300 papers, which i bought in october 2004.
you do the math.
(i already have)

'Homer and Grampa love each other deeply. So deeply that you would never know it. So very deeply, in fact, that they rarely know it either. They choose to express their affection for each other with contempt or simple indifference.

The family's involvement with Grampa is, at the best of times, an afterthought. When Grampa shows up at the house unexpectedly, Homer will often shut the blinds or hide, pretending no one is at home. Bart, however, loves it when Grampa babysits, since Grampa is much too feeble to prevent Bart's mischief.'

FUCK i love the simpsons.

i'm getting my sister the wu-tang book for her birthday.
that's like, the best gift a person could ever receive.

i'm kinda glad sneaky dee's was too full last night..
because i got to have a pint of vodka/cran at the bistro. it was fuckin sweet.

and then we choked on some home-grown. boom shaka lak!

everyone should listen to yes. seriously.
not only are they awesome as a group, they're awesomely talented individually.
i love bands.

'the red is for the blood in my arm, the black is for the gun in my palm, and the green is for the tram that grows natural like locks on africans.' -dp

i've decided to lock (i.e. dread) my hair. i'll most probably have to cut it several inches, like down to a large fro. this is a huge deal, as i haven't cut my hair since the year 2000.

also, MY BROTHER IS PROPOSING TO JANINE.
dare i say... HOLY SHIT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

i wish method man hadn't embarrassed himself by doing that movie and tv show with redman.
why can't they just stick to rapping?

i'd like to thank Dave Mantle for inventing the stupid nickname 'sweetfish' back in high school. obviously i still think it's hilarious, or i wouldn't name my internet self after it.

i predict that this journal will go pretty much unused; i just wanted an identity. however, i do have a lot of random thoughts that i always wish i could voice, so i guess a livejournal is useful in that respect. i can't really think of anything right now, except that work is hella boring. and i'm down with elton john.