Why do doors squeaking not make us go buy wd40 tomorrow? why do we let them squeak for years? I don't know, but I really like when rocking chairs,wicker chairs, stairs and floors squeak. I like when bands record in a house and they finish/start their song with them walking out of the room or leaning forward in a squeaky chair. michael penn's "out of my hands" freaking sexy when he leans forward before playing his guitar. it's like a squeaky chair when someone is slowly leaning forward to kiss you...or the squeaky stairs of your neighbor going up the stairs to get into bed with the other neighbor. would aimee mann agree? i like when people record in their own spaces. no offense of course to kozelek who recorded in tiny telephone. wait, maybe when he recorded the song "kavita" he was at tiny telephone studios. i have to look that up, probably not. neutral milk hotel's "two-headed boy part 2" was also a 'get up and leave when the song is over' also you can hear him putting down the guitar. i like also listening to songs on headphones that you already know very well. radiohead's "motion picture soundtrack" does this...the organ, you can hear him pressing the peddles, the air ...."wait a while the sleeping pills let me get back to rest" is that what he is saying...i LOVE this song (it's on right now.)

i wish i was tired. listening to radiohead makes me feel like it's time to wake up.

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I think I just received my favourite spam message ever.

Hi, I'm John. Will introduce myself properly later. But right now I desperately need a third roomate. I'm still in Baton Rouge. I have a nice 3br house in the garden district. Rent is fairly cheap. Shoot me an email if you're in Baton Rouge and interested.

Dear Josh, Ben, Cricket & Killoggs Folk,

How in hades are y'all? I'm finally posting something after a long withdrawl into the abyss that is California. Oakland, specifically. In any case, wanted y'all to know that my first book of poems just came out from Penguin. Poetry Daily is featuring one of the poems today (poems.com) and there's more info and general smarmy nonsense at markyakich.com

Hope y'all are being good boys and girls and aren't teaching any kids this summer how to, oh I don't know, how to copy DVDs or history lessons in Atari and what a joystick is/was.

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ok, so I went to a kid rock concert last night. sorry kid rock fans, the guy is just not that good. But watching rednecks interact with each other was pretty fun.

Me: grrrr
Me: i'm feeling fiesty this morning
Josh: uh oh
Josh: POST ABOUT IT
Me: about feeling fiesty?
Josh: sure. or post fiestily

I don't know. I feel like I'm ready for a good debate or something. I don't feel like beating anyone up or anything, but I feel like sparring. I think it began yesterday. The rain was torrential and I had to catch the bus to go to rehearsal. Lucky for me, the bus had just been stopped at a stoplight so I walked up to the doors. The driver waved me off and wouldn't open the door. I then noticed that it was an Express and I was not at an express stop. I was kind of irritated, although they have rules about this and yadda yadda. It was raining, and he was already stopped. I don't see why he couldn't just let me on. Drivers have been nice in similar circumstances before and have always received my sincere thanks. (You may disagree with me, my boyfriend did. "They could probably get in trouble, blah blah.") Instead of waiting calmly for the non-express bus to arrive, I gave the driver a fiesty look and then took off running full pelt to the next stop. Which was an express stop. I caught the bus. And I glared right back at the people who gave me funny looks. But that's not the point.

I have this kind of GGRRRRRR feeling. Like I don't want to take no for an answer. But almost like I want someone to tell me no, so I can change their mind. Like I'm waiting for action of some sort. A mountain to climb. Perhaps it's that I've started auditioning again now that my play's about to open. Perhaps it's the weather.

I don't know what it is. But I am feeling fiesty.

I don't know why I never thought to do this before. I work on the 43rd floor and it's pouring. So I went to the window and looked down. It was kind of neat being above the rain and watching it fall away from me.

Also, now I don't have to water the plants when I get home.

Josh, you should add this to killoggsnation

I haven't seen any, but we must have had some: I just killed about 50 flies in our living room. They were all beating on a closed window. I sprayed them with poison and they all fell down and buzzed helplessly. The noise is really disconcerting and could be heard well across the room.

The weird thing is, I checked all the trash cans and the sink - nothing that seems like a fly breeding ground.

Very odd.

Why do people use the word "fuck" so much on this website?