i am confessing on behalf of my mom who confessed to me that during the 70s there was this hairdresser in Pacific Beach who was all the rage. i mean you just had to get an appointment with Lyon (that was his name), but he was booked for months. so my mom finally got an appointment and even took work off early to go. but she was ten minutes late. when she arrived Lyon said, "0h there is just no way i can fit you in, no nothing can i do. try again in three months." my mom was so upset that the weeks following she proceeded to call lyon and make appointments under fake names and then just wouldn't show up.

kleenex wasn't working

I was picking my nose in the break room the other day and a co-worker walked in. He didn't say anything.

i fart in public.

I'm in the lrc right now. I have bad gas. Today I just don't feel like holding back. Sorry dude sitting next to me.

intercom-on!

i'm at my internship and i'm working the desk for half an hour. in the first 5 minutes i managed to 1. make a woman cry 2. drop a phone call 3. be under the impression that someone still might be on hold and 4. dialed the intercom on the phone and say, "can i have someone from...hello? hello? i can't hear it...hello?" twice. TWICE!

My first confession

I am writing my dissertation on climate change and I never remember to recycle.

already the beginning is the end

i am annoyed that that guitar violence post is not a confession.

my first real confession is that i get annoyed and mad a lot more than i let on.

GUITAR VIOLENCE!!!!

Its time for you to start listening to some guitar violence. Check it:


(but seriously, its a really good album....What are you listening to?)

I was embarrassed when this blog was taken down. I'm not sure why.