Everywhere I go damn, there I am.

Drum line was Thursday night. I’m playing fourth bass as it stands right now. After all the back problems that I had last year, I’m going to see if I can get moved up to a smaller drum. I guess we’ll just see how that turns out.

Tonight was Cindy’s birthday. I got her two cool light-up squishy balls. Therein I got myself one light up squishy ball. Krysta purchased one penis shaped water bottle and one penis shaped pacifier. Kelly included in the surprise many health food items to help Cindy out with her ‘all natural’ lifestyle. Gag me. :) We ate cake and ice cream. I broke the dog toy. We watched Closer.

I really liked Closer. It portrayed well the irrationality behind human emotions. The relationships of all four people collapse, and gradually each of them finds some kind of solace in hurting one another. None of them are strong enough to stop the mutually destructive events, so they continue. It’s a fucky story of abandonment and love, and it’s a story that you know applies to you or someone you know. It just goes to show you, if you believe in love at first sight you never stop looking.

I also really liked Crash. It was a lesson in race relations in the present day United States. It involves a black police detective with a mother who is relapsing into drug use, and his car-thieving younger brother. The brother’s partner-in-crime is constantly theorizing on society and race. There is also the distracted district attorney and his irritated and pampered wife. A racist veteran cop, who is caring for his sick father at home, disgusts his idealistic younger partner. A successful black Hollywood director and his wife must deal with racist cop. An Iranian-immigrant father buys a gun to protect his shop, and incidentally coincides with a Hispanic locksmith and his young daughter who is afraid of bullets. All have their own problems, and all are trying to do the best they can.

Two days in Los Angeles shows us all how distant we all feel, but how interconnected we all are. “It’s the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In LA, nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.” But at the speed of life everyone collides.

-Ashley

And life barrels on like a runaway train
Where the passengers change
They don’t change anything
You get off
Someone else can get on
And I’m sorry Mr. Jones
It’s time