Grr, there's a kitty making really pathetic meows outside my window. I'm not sure if she needs food or if she's in heat. I want to help, but that's a big can of worms right there.

Damn, there are way too many summer festivals. Lollapalooza in Ventura is going to have the Pixies, Sonic Youth, and the Flaming Lips. After all the fun of Coachella, I think I’m going to sit this one out.

Watching the Breakfast Club. I thought it would be bad for the depressive angst I've had the past few days, but it's actually cheering me up.

What the hell is wrong with me? Lack of B12? Alcohol-soaked brain? Malnutrition? Generalized anxiety? Depression? Gender dysphoria? Just a normal reaction to being in a fucked up world? I don’t know, but I’m miserable and I want it to stop. Then again, I’ve always been rather miserable so why do I think I can stop it? With my luck I’d wind up forced into inpatient hell for two weeks if I went in to a doctor. Bleh, “I’m tense and nervous and I can’t relax.”

I think it's retarded, people are auctioning Gmail accounts while they're still beta. People try to make a buck off anything.

Smiles of a Summer Night was on last night. It's a wonderful film that I first saw in Riverside about 10 years ago. Just after it ended, I put on some Wild Police Chases show. I think I lost 30 IQ points in about 2 minutes.

Alright, who's idea was it to put Will Smith in the film version of I, Robot?!? That's some jacked up shit right there.

In other news, Crown Prince Felipe recently married a woman who is not only a commoner, but also a divorcee. Letizia Ortiz will most likely become queen of Spain someday, breaking a bloodline that has to go back centuries. Good riddance and god save the queen.

Wow, Fahrenheit 911 won the Palme d'Or at Cannes. I can't wait for some domestic showings.

I spend way too much time on Friendster, Tribe.Net, Orkut, MySpace, and the rest. It's no wonder I don't have many friends, I spend too much time looking at people's pictures and not enough time actually talking to them.

Today is not my day. First off, I woke up due to a piece of shit blasting new country music from his car right outside my window and then my Dali print ("Dream Caused by The Flight of a Bumble Bee Around a Pomegranate One Second Before Waking Up") decided to take a nose dive off the wall and the frame bent. Grr.