finally.

psychic spies from china try to steal your minds elation
the sun may rise in the east but at least it's settled in a better location
space may be the final frontier but it's made in a hollywood basement
earthquakes are to a girl's guitar, they're just another good vibration

that's rhcp, californication.

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we woke up and went out to eat breakfast. there was this really good omelette that had peppers and mushrooms and brocolli and this sweet orange sauce that went on top of it. it was delicious.

we went home and stayed inside most of the day, just ch'laxing. yes, that's how you spell it. played some video games with my dad, called some people. you know. boring, cool.

austen's coming over. i haven't seen him in forever, as in the end of last summer. we're not planning on sleeping. too many bags of spicy chips, too many two liters, too many video games, not enough barefoot muddy soccer, and maybe sleeping out in the tent. then we could be slightly louder.

i need to go to bed. i keep getting more and more tired. so tired that my eyes start spouting tears because being open doesn't make them happy. i'm in a great mood but my dad says: WHY ARE YOU CRYING and i say: BECAUSE OUR LIVES ARE DOMINATED BY MACHINES AND MONITORS! and he is like: WHAT and i just say: MY EYES HURT!

that was entirely random.

you're only 75% ICPO, don't worry about it.