satan's little suckass demonstration

my throat is scratchy, you know, that itch that you can feel in your inner ear... maybe coffee will fix it. yay coffee, my sovreign specific.

ok here's the deal... sunday (5/6) we're having a yard sale/give-away. well, like a yard sale, except it's inside. if it's not packed up, nailed down, or otherwise spoken for, then it's available for acquisition. no idea what's going to be left, at the very least stuff from the kitchen.

oh yeah, and it'd be cool if you stopped by and said hello even if you don't want anything. I'm moving to the other side of the country, you know.

I've had the growing (currently 3000 even) set of mp3's from my encoding efforts on shuffle just to see how a shoutcast stream would turn out (well, and to provide distraction)—it just ran a little fishbone, followed by a little snapcase, followed by a little ned's atomic dustbin... <subliminal>KILL YOUR TELEVISION</subliminal> can't ask for much better than that.

ummm, the yard sale thing is this sunday, the 6^th, not 5/13. thanks carrie.

dammit I just ripped one of my favorite pairs of boxers.