axl rose is missing a letter. plus he's in the wrong business. he should be mechanic for a florist.

today is apparently my day off. this means i hafta think of SOMETHING TO DO. i'm fairly poor at this. usually i sit at a coffee shop and (duh) drink coffee and look pretentious for a while before wandering home like a lost puppy. when i reach my apartment i promptly GET AGITATED AND LEAVE AGAIN, driving off to who-knows-where, usually with my mountain bike in pieces in the trunk. i don't always ride this bicycle, but it's always there. sometimes i just sit at a river and look pensive, hoping a beautiful woman will wander along and see me there looking pitiful and join me for a moment, thus relieving my sadness and boredom. this never happens, and every time i'm faced with vast tracts of free time, i promise myself i won't end up feeling sorry for myself. this also never happens. maybe some day i'll climb a mountain.

in other news, it's cloudy. obviously this is a Good Thing, cos clouds are water. Water=Good Thing. at least that's my thinking. except when it's not, like last winter when i go shut in greenwater for 3 full days without being able to leave cos it was RAINING LIKE IT WAS THE HINDENBURG and every shallow depression became a massive river and highway 410 was washed out or covered by a mudslide in at least forty places. this may sound good to the more hermitic, but given my above-mentioned lack of ablitity for coping with boredom, it was horrible. i couldn't sit along a river bank cos EVERY SINGLE ONE HAD BEEN WASHED INTO COMMENCEMENT BAY. there were also precisely 3 beautiful women in greenwater, all of them married. no chance of one of them wandering along a non-existant bank to find me and save me.

lastly, i heard a terrible song on the country station (i admit to an alarming need for nashville country) last night with the thoughtful chorus of "I WANNA GIRL LIKE/ I WANNA GIRL LIKE TAYLOR SWIFT". for those of you who don't know, taylor swift is the terrifyingly wholesome country singer who's like twelve and whose current single is basically a nashville-country update of the police' way creepy hit "every breath you take" and who, at some point, wrote the metaphorical masterstroke "YOU WERE ROMEO/ I WAS THE SCARLET LETTER". me? i wanna girl like marie curie. SHE WAS MORE INTERESTED IN RADIATION THAN PEOPLE.