*silence*.......

'What's a jack horse?'
'It allows you to jump any other pony on the board unless someone uses a "stop action."'
'This sucks. My Little Ponies is gay. We should start a fantasy football leauge.'
'Yeah, that makes a ton more sense, Butch.'
'No fuckin' way, it's My Little Ponies or bust.'

And that, my friends, is the only possible progression in which to get to say that last sentence.



ok, so yeah, weird. well, here's what happened. last night around 5:30am i woke thinking i was at home. but, then, i heard a familiar yet unfamiliar tick of a clock. unfamiliar because no such tick exists in my bedroom yet familiar because i had fallen asleep drunk on steve's couch again last night. so, before wondering if i could stand up, i stood up and tried to make it out of his house and back to mine. right before i got into my car, 'damn, my cds,' so back into his house. grabbed them, but then, 'ehg, elliot smith is in his mac.' well, the way the mac's are, it seems, it fucking annoying if you didn't know, because no matter how long you feel around them for some button to get a cd out, you'll just feel their smooth, white modernness. finally, my wooziness thinks that i guess i have to move the mouse and see what i can do from the screen and commands monitor. yes, eventually, i find the itunes place and, finally, find the 'eject disk' icon. so, finally, i'm pulling into home in the pre-dawn dark as 'these coincidences happen amazingly too often' my dad's walking to the mailbox. we walk back to the house together, or i guess we did, because eventually i was in bed. but then in the wandering mind of pre-sleep and also can i call it the rediculous state, the far-above conversation repeated itself in my head so many times that i felt i had to find a pen by my bed and write it down on the back of an old sheetz receipt. actually, i didn't get the urge to write it down until my head said that sum-up line about the 'last line.'

so, inherent in the dreamlike conversation was probably, i can figure, chess, something like magic cards, the football league draft i'd just done for a friend, and this guy leonard's voice from a million little pieces when the person said, 'no fuckin way, it's my little ponies or bust.' but my little ponies???? beats me. my only clue is that it reminds me of carebears, which is less of a clue than a confusion.

forgive all this