I adore driving. I actually enjoyed the good 5-600 miles that I drove today. I enjoyed it tremendously. I wish I were driving down to visit my brother instead of flying...but he said I could use his car, so it's cool.

If all my other ambitions fail, I'll become someone's driver. They'd better have a nice car though.

So the world is far too small. I'm driving around and Nick waves at me (another one, Nic). I go to the pool hall and Elizabeth's chillin' there. I bump into Namrata both random times I go to Widener. David walks right past me as well. I don't know....sometimes I like to be able to sink into anonymity.

And this week's questions:
Can you be friends who kiss? Or is that weird? No expectations--just kissing.
Can you really have no expectations? Or is someone bound to either develop expectations or convince him/herself that the other person has developed some?
Is going one way or the other more or less mature? (That's the trickiest question of them all--good luck defending your call)

I know where I am on this. Tag YOUR thoughts to the messageboard. And if you don't have an opinion, make up something CUH-RAZY.

All My Friends, it's 4AM in my Clumsy Life and Everyone's A Junkie. Superman's Dead and the Middle of Yesterday is In Repair. Are You Sad, If You Believe the Wonderful Future? It's like something out of Mad Libs. Their lyrics are amazing:

"Walked around my good intentions, and found that there were none."

I also listened to Spiritual Machines in the car and there was verse after verse where I would have been really proud to have been the guy to say that first....They rock live too.

And Angelina Jolie is too ridiculously hot for anyone's good. She and Denise Richards shouldn't exist. And they really should never have accents. It's just not fair.

Ok, I'm done. Come bar-hopping on Bleeker tomorrow. Watch me make an ass of myself--often.