i have decided that i do not want to write about bonnaroo..much. here is the synopsis: i was heavily intoxicated during tool and only remember some laser beams shooting through the sky like satans light saber. it seemed to me that most of the people there were only there to say that they had seen tool because everyone around us was talking about paying no attention to the actual show..including myself but i said beforehand that i am not the biggest fan. imy attention span is a little too short. danny and i did discuss the fact that the only place tool could possibly hold band practice was in a dungeon, and it would always run late because maynard would get too carried away killing babies.i missed a lot of the police’s set because of an untimely porta-potty-related incident. i will tell you that i feel very differently about the song “every little thing she does is magic” as a result. i did see “do do do du da da da”i got to the front as in the barricade as in the barricade at the front of 10,000 people during wilco. danny said jeff tweedy looked like my dad. this was about 30 second after i found myself strangely sexually attracted to jeff tweedy. jeff tweedy does look like my dad. wilco played everything i wanted to hear (”handshake drugs”, “jesus etc” “hummingbird” “heavy metal drummer” and “the man who loves you”) i saw a lot of other bands who were all good except the cold war kids. they are overrated and like an even more mediocre version of something corporate.

i smelled bad. i got some sun. i saw lotsa titties. i came home and have felt pretty shitty ever since. the rest of this entry will pretty much just be whatever thoughts pass through my mind.

wednesday was the one year mark for danny and myself. i woke up with flowers and a giftcard to victorias secret on my pillow while he was brushing his teeth. his keen observations of things that i mention never fails to blow my mind. we went out to dinner. i got dressed up and wore heels. some days i feel like i have no emotions whatsoever and it scares me about this whole relationship thing. i don’t reciprocate like i should. blah blah blah..dinner was good and then we went and spent that victorias secret money.

tonight we are going to see “knocked up” because i have to make up for the fact that i really want to see the movie “evening” which looks like the most gloriously chick-related chick flick ever and danny will probably sleep through it. we move into our apartment in t-minus 47 days. we have a lot of stuff. i am handstitching throw pillows for our livingroom. i only got 6 hours in 2 weeks at the radio station. my birthday is july 23rd and i will be having a keg party at my parents house on the weekend following the 23rd. you are invited if you are the drinking sort, otherwise you would probably enjoy yourself a lot better somewhere else.

i play all kinds of variety of online games while i am working because otherwise there is nothing to do at the station. as a result, i recently because caught up in the “iLike” game on facebook. i am predicting a rediculously high score because #1 it is easy (my average time for answering a question is 1.9 seconds right now) and #2 i have way too much time on my hands. as a matter of fact, i think i am gonna go play right now.