"The Plan keeps coming up again
And the Plan means nothing stays the same
But the Plan won't accomplish anything
If it's not implemented.

Like it's always been....

It makes me think of everyone
and the cause of this is evident
but the remedy can not be found
because it's so well hidden."

--Eddie...you want to talk to Hillary? Oh shit. Okay. She'll be here around 2 p.m. on Thursday. You'll have all weekend...

--ST...how was the party? Did you shake it like a poloroid picture?

I don't have much to say. It was nice talking to Eddie today, always good to talk to the bros. Ya? Ya. My right ear hurts like a sexy MF.

You see what you've done? You've got me blogging with nothing to say. See what you've done? I've seen better days...like, alchohic stupors are easier to deal with than this blog.

"What is it, Sir?"
"Well, maboy, see that little 'b' on the top of the pill here?"
"Yes, Sir."
"That's how they mark these drugs. It's Blogger for sure. Pure too, if I had to guess. These people are all fucked up."
"You're a hell of a detective, Sir."
"I know, Charlie."

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the day: Built to Spill - "The Plan"