The sick wimp

I'm sick.

So is everyone at the radio station, which is why I am not suprised that I caught it.

Finally got to see "Things To Do in Denver When You're Dead", good film... well I say that mostly because has Steve Buscemi and Christopher Walken and Christopher Llyod AND it is actually filmed in Denver (somehow the Bluebird became an adult theater but nevertheless...).

"Life is like a mustard burp, momentarily tangy, then gone..."

And well besides it being a fairly good film.... there's this crazy little malt shop in the film... I wanna find it. It's behind the Deep Rock Water Cooler factory in downtown... that's all I am going on. ;)

I haven't decided how I am decorating my corner of the 1190 office yet, I thought about my Liberace poster, but I really like it and I don't want someone to destroy it. I'll figure something out.

And I am officially a wimp. Man I used to have balls and say whatever I wanted to guys and give lap dances on halloween. Not anymore. I feel like I am slowly becoming introverted again as well. But yeah, I can't even say the simplest things to Travis. All I wanted to tell him was "I miss you." and I don't have the guts. Don't ask me why, I don't know.

Current Mood: Odd. and feverish.