West Indian Girl

today i gave some girl i know a west indian girl cd and she gave me an orange yoga mat. i also started reading a book on buddhism and some other book on living in the “now”. my dad sent me a microcassette documenting his life – that’s probably the best thing he has ever done cos its a real interesting story. we came up with a new set list at practice tonight – we also worked on the chorus of hollywood. i think the shit sounds tight. i ate korean food again tonight around 1:30 – this place is called hal ma nie jeep – i always get the bi bim bop cos it seems like everything else in there is soup. i went with my tennis partner who shall remain nameless – she’s actually an asexual worm.

speaking of which, big grudge match tomorrow at noon. it’s gonna get real old if i school her on the court again. trying to get rob to play but he needs to find a chick so we can play mixed doubles. oh, back to the band…we are gonna play in front of our managers and errol from astralwerks tomorrow night at our loft. it will be nice to see errol. i named my new fighting fish vito because sal passed away last week. sal was red, vito is bluish purple. this entry was pretty fucking random. i’m bored. who’s awake now? — F.Ten 3:22 am sept 22