hi.
i’m in the san francisco airport and i’m so tired.
boo hoo hoo, pity the poor little jet-setting musician.
i’m tired. that’s all. not complaining. i was just reading an interview with radiohead. i love radiohead, but just for once could they say something positive about something?
don’t get me wrong, i think that radiohead are amazing. i love their music and i love their ethos, but that thom yorke guy always seems to be complaining. oh well. i guess it’s kind of ironic that i’m complaining about someone who always seems to be complaining. they make great records.
that’s all that matters. forget i said anything. i hereby issue a retraction. complain away. moan to your hearts content.
todays photo shoot was much less risquee. no sex with robots.
i did get to play with a little yorkie dog. that’s always nice. they have such little heads. their skulls are the size of squirrel skulls. that’s little. but they’re very cute. and they do seem to love people a whole lot.
yes, you’re reading one of my updates that really has no point or focus at all. whatsoever. sorry. but, uh, i’m tired.
i think that my favourite insult is to refer to someone as a ‘halfwit’. ‘dimwit’ is also great. try them out. see if you can get some laughs.
‘oh yeah, that halfwit, etc etc’
always good for a laugh. and ‘weasel’. ‘weasel’ is a funny word.
but there’s nothing funny when a weasel is chewing on you. oh no. then ‘weasel’ is decidedly unfunny. ‘so get off me and stop chewing on me you stupid weasel!’ is what you want to say when a weasel starts unfunnily chewing on you.
time to go sit on the plane.
-moby