and make the most of flesh and bone

I just experienced one of the most upsetting hours of fictional television history. It was the 3rd to last episode of six feet under on HBO and one of my favorite main characters died and holy hell i was a mess, this show is so good.

Anyway i went out with jodi to meet jordan and his college friend jenna at the Cup. Yay for trendy cafes and weird acoustic music and a hoard of calhoun drama nerds.

Then we drove out to see the "satan house" again. Not quite as spectacular the second time. Not that it was the first time. Then jordan insisted we go find the amityville horror house, and that was hard to do considering the house was rebuilt on the outside. So no real luck there, but its a very cool town to pass through at night.

Then we went to jordan's and put on the motorcycle diaries. Mmm espanol. But i only saw like 40 minutes of it cause jodi wanted to get out of there. Went to taco bell. Chalupas are heaven sent. Came back here and ate and watched cartoon network because thats all we should really ever watch. We'd all be much happier and have a swifter sense of humor.


Ahh my eyes burn.