  Wearing:Brown jacket, Jen's nova sweater underneath, toy machine tee, crappy blue jeans, cons (all of which are soaking wet) Listening too:A stupid announcement over the intercom Thinking:I...hate...this...FUCKING WEATHER!!
I'm so fucking cold! Okay, there, I'm done whining. I'm reading this book, a very intense mind-fuck, and it's awesome. It was denied by 121 publishers before finally being published. It's that controversial. The title though, would make you put it down and say, "Fuck that, sounds dumb. " Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. The trick is that you have to ignore the title altogether.
It's a good book and when I get the time to, I'm going tell you about one of this guy's weird analysis-theorie thingys. It's so freaking intense and what I'm going to talk about, when I get the time, is nowhere near as complex and fucked up as the shit I've been reading...it's more like a mind-blow-job in comparison. Gotta go. Bye kids. 
