The image next to the Kids in the Hall is really fricking me out. I actually think it's for KISS. Maybe it's Gene Simmons's mom or something.
It was RV city on campus on the way in this morning.
I wanna skip out of work and go to the movies.
Oh, and MAN, did I have scrange dreams last night. In one, I was somehow swept up with a vigilante gang that was planning to trash the art gallery down the street, and I think they were then going to rub someone out. We all had matching blue-and-yellow gloves. I kept thinking the whole thing was stupid, but I didn't say anything until we were on the doorstep of the gallery. I was like, dudes, look--we're not wearing disguises, we all live right down the street from here, we left clues all over the internet (?), and by the way, what the fuck is up with these GLOVES?
Next thing I knew, I was in a theater watching a country-music documentary that turned into some sort of Disney thrill ride. I screamed like a girl.