beep... beep... beeeeeeeeep
my xanga is dying! well, not that it was ever more than a heartbeat away from inevitable demise. i don't have much incentive to post here, and my readership is like, 2? (me + 1 refresh).
but you know, i was thinking, that technically, if xanga is still around when i die, this page may outlive me! how sad is that? i wonder if there is xanga in heaven? imagine the community i could build there. i could be getting eprops from like, buddy holly (woo-ee-oo) or tupac! how crunk would that be?
actually, i have no business using the term "crunk" as i am neither african-american, nor do i even know what this word means.
i have a new idea for a screenplay. i can't share it with you b/c i'm afraid you might steal my idea and harbor it for your very own self. then try to sell it to spielberg or kaufman or woo, or claim all the sundance honor and glory. i will say though, that there is a scene that takes place in a starbucks and that someone will end up getting *more* than just a decaf mocha chocalata (ya ya). good stuff.
i don't know what i'm saying anymore. but sometimes it's good just to wax existential, you know? it's a lot less time consuming and painful than waxing my car.
or my upper-lip.
new weezer doesn't rock as hard as old weezer. but it's all good. | 
