happiness is not a fish you can catch
But Bryan Timothy Spillum is.
I am in Minneapolis (Murderapolis, if you will) right now courtesy a greyhound bus. I'm glad to have finally been able to pseudo-share an experience like that with Maren. Oddly enough, the trip did not make me hate fat people! And I didn't makeout with anyone in the back of the bus however.
In the station in Duluth, a zoned out looking kid got my attention… “Hey, do you like the punk rock and the emo music?” He gave me a CD of Amazing Transparent Man (atm) that he'd seen the night before. I was terribly confused. He ended up sitting in front of me on the bus. We only talked a little, about Naked Lunch, opiates, how he was making fun of me for looking like an emo kid, etc. He's apparently a big Saves the Day fan. He disappeared long before we made it to the cities, and I hope he didn't just wander off into the woods, though it's entirely possible. His name may or may not have been Ryan Anderson.
Ahh yes, finally we arrived in Minneapolis. I was greeted by Bryan holding a sign that said “DOOM.” I figured we were hitting it off when we cuddled in the backseat on the way home. His home is quite nice and not too ghetto-licious. Maybe I'll find my way to living in Minneapolis this summer… We'll see. We ended up walking through a park and sitting on a bench and being all amazing and romantic like. He bought me dinner at a fantastic place called Eat Street. He's plain amazing. Oh, and while we were eating, this acoustic guitar doom guy played WISH YOU WERE HERE. I couldn't really eat or say anything besides “wow” for a few minutes.
We eventually found our way back to homeplace to spoon and watch Donnie Darko. We traded boyfriend applications and conducted an interview. I failed miserably on his, but he passed with flying colors. Now we're a hothothot item! I think. I hope. Doom. So amazingly wonderful is this and he. Today I must take copious amounts of pictures and make an attempt to be less stupid.
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Hi Tofu.
How is your DOOM?