god, i need a shower so desperately i can't even. i smell like a hooker, man. but first, pictures. (then a shower, then homework. fucking homework.)
( francois goes to the beach: a photo essay )
driving back up to the hill this morning, i got tired of all my cds around clayton, about an hour from home, and so i surfed radio stations until i found one playing "luckenbach, texas". little did i know that i would spend the next hour listening to a program called nascar usa in between good country music, and i can officially say that i know 100% more about nascar racing than i did when i left morehead city this morning.
i kind of hate myself, though.
in less hating myself news, doughty's talking about my man mason on his blog this morning. oh, doughty, why have you and mason not recorded an album together yet? it would be musical PERFECTION, that album. don't you want to achieve perfection?
( francois goes to the beach: a photo essay )
driving back up to the hill this morning, i got tired of all my cds around clayton, about an hour from home, and so i surfed radio stations until i found one playing "luckenbach, texas". little did i know that i would spend the next hour listening to a program called nascar usa in between good country music, and i can officially say that i know 100% more about nascar racing than i did when i left morehead city this morning.
i kind of hate myself, though.
in less hating myself news, doughty's talking about my man mason on his blog this morning. oh, doughty, why have you and mason not recorded an album together yet? it would be musical PERFECTION, that album. don't you want to achieve perfection?
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