so, my friends... ann's never been to ikea.

this changes tomorrow. we're gonna do things up right and go walk around for hours and hours and then eat open-faced shrimp sandwiches and swedish meatballs just like abba would.

in other news, the concert the other night was good - while a lot of country may not be my bag baby, live music always is and some country is pretty cool i hate to say. why do we hate to admit things like liking country a little? why do birds suddenly appear every time i poop? crazy mysteries of the world, you know? anyhow, highlights included the crazy fringe shirt on some old biddy a few rows up, drinkin beers, almost wetting myself because my wrestler name should be el thimbo bladdo, and the running commentary during the show. it has been decided that josh and i will someday quit our jobs and become concert efficiency experts, revolutionizing the system with midgets wearing jetpacks.

and i'm out - kill bill 2000 beckons and crap! pow!