it's me, scott. meowr.

i was just about to tell you a joke that i just heard, but i forgot what it was already! dammit. sorry!

today i decided that it would be fun to buy some polaroid film for my camera and go around taking pictures of things. i ended up with some pretty cool pictures! one of my pictures that just turned out okay was of leaves on the parking lot outside of my apartment building. i layed down to get proper perspective of it, and this lady pulled up in her car, and parked it, and got out and walked over to me lying down on my stomach with a camera and said "are you doing okay? do you need help?"

to which i obviously said "no way lady! can't you see i am a prize-winning polaroid photographer who uses a $20 camera to take pictures of LEAVES in a PARKING LOT?!?? bow down to me bitch!". or, well. really, it ended up coming out more like "no, im okay", but you get the idea.

(that is the only interesting story i can think of for today.)

OH OH OH. but LAST NIGHT!!

i was sitting on the couch watching "friends" on tv, like any normal straight male in his twenties does, and i heard a knock on the door. i opened it, and there was a police officer standing outside!!! he asked if i was playing my music loud, and i said "no." and he said "you weren't jamming?" and i made the following mental notes of the musical instruments i had played in the past 24 hours:

1. slide whistle.
2. harmonica
3. electric bass guitar, not plugged in to an amp.

i said. "no." and i don't think he believed me! heath came out in his boxers to see who was at the door, and then he and i sat around trying to figure out which one of us was JAMMING, because we live in the same apartment and certainly didn't hear any loud music or jamming of any sort.

the only thing we could come up with was that i had been talking to my mommy on the telephone about 20 minutes before the cop showed up, and i played my slide whistle for her for about 6 seconds to show her i had bought a slide whistle! and my JAMMING ON THE SLIDE WHISTLE must have been disturbing our downstairs neighbors at 10:30 at night enough for them to call the police?

right. i know right now you are wishing you lived as exciting of a life as i do, huh?!?

(you probably also wish that you had a slide whistle to jam on.)

love,
scott.