phantom planet is just ok

i'm flying to california in the morning. i haven't been there is seven years. i wonder if it'll remember me...

the new year is upon us. i have big plans for the west coast. i'll probably be scaring children and singing loudly. ok, it'll probably be the singing that'll scare them. i would never do that on purpose.

my favorite kind of sweet and sour sauce is the really watery stuff that looks like soy sauce. they serve it at hugo's in fayetteville. my second favorite is mcdonald's. i hate burger king's. and chick-fil-a's knock off polynesian sauce. i mean, what the hell is that?

i've decided to become a wine conno...connosie...i really like wine.

i really like the arcade fire. they are a fantastic band. i almost went to see them in paris when i was there this past summer. instead, i sat in my hotel room and drank two bottles of wine and listened to them on my iPod. it was cheaper, but i think i might have missed out.

i believe it was mitch hedberg who once said: "i don't have a microwave. i just have a clock that occasionally cooks shit." god rest his soul.

i love red-eye flights.

california. here we come. i come. whatever.