2003-08-03 - 11:33 a.m.
dear diary,
we drove to illinois last night. we thought we'd go gamble on the casino boats, but we decided to drive the wrong way on one ways instead.
we contemplated the audacious ideal that rick springfield wants jesse's girl so bad, yet he doesn't take the time to even learn her name.
we talked about cat stevens briefly... mostly we interjected our own lyrics into his songs and most of our own lyrics involved the words koran, koran, beard, koran, beard, koran, koran.
i heard two different woody allen impressions.
we talked about how my computer mp3 player hates boy george.
i daydreamed about waffle breakfast bars.
i opened the sun roof and laid back in my seat and watched bridges and overpasses whip by from above. like i said, stars are overrated.
we had an argument about why death cab for cutie could be so much better if they had a better concept of kicking in a jam now and then. oh, and then not repeating lyrics/phrases more than three times. [see: subtlety] i think the discussion ended with someone saying "i hate you."
have you ever heard the song, diary, called tammy by connie francis?
hooty hoo, diary, hooty hoo.
and i'm pretty sure i never want to go on tour ever again.
man jennifer tilly is hot.