it was a plan formulating, we were carrying it all around, each in our own little cube, the three of us sat there with our laptops on our respective laps trying to find a way to plan out a city wide take over. we had huge ideas of places to go, places to stay, things to do, people to yell at and places to eat, but none of these thoughts seemed to flow out of our heads and onto the coffee table.

instead we elected to sit around and stare blankly into our computer screen and eat pistachios while listening to pandora on the big tv. We had been engulfed by entertainment and technology, and boy it felt good. i felt vaguely useless and distracted, almost like a Vicodin with a 5th of whiskey chaser. i slouched down in my chair and wondered if this is what it felt like to work at a clothing company or another wack internet based company where people sat around in their cubicles and stare into a computer screen all day. how the fuck can you get any work done? it's all so vague, so empty, all computerized and manipulated by fractals. You'll never get anything done.

i need something solid. pen and paper. vinyl or cd's. something tangible. everything else is too lucid for me. drive me home honey, i'm ready to rumble.