add some casillero del diablo, maybe. and another zip code.

ladies and gentlemen, my dears and my friends, my sirs and my ma'ams.

today was a good day. that's a line from a san andreas song, did you know? soon i will stop stealing cars and killing cops, really. i have cops in my family. a long line of them, as a matter of fact, who say they will do everything in their power to help me graduate from law school: "we'd rather work for you than anybody," they say.

but that would entail moving to new jersey. which, what do we think about that? the st louis thoughts were joyfully received. what's with the band-aid, nelly? yo?

soon, the stopping of the stealing cars. i am going back to the one place i love the most: to spira, and to zanarkand, and to besaid. to some of the best musical composition i've ever heard. back to final fantasy x. that's right, that's right. i may or may not have purchased the soundtrack, containing 83 tracks, recently. may or may not, that is.

none of this though, is why today is a good day. today is a good day, an almost perfect day, because i have just watched an episode of CSI, season three, episode nine, in which it faded and faded out to everything everything everything in its right place. how can you beat that, now? i don't know if you can.