interesting facts learned on the icq and aim softwares tonight:

Bri introduced me to Dream Street, and corey found a new favorite pop group in them. He is quoted as saying, "damn... they're sexy when they're young."

also, apparently, Snoop Doggy Dog had a son (i'm not sure how that works either), and, apparently, the boy popped out of the womb with a bandana and a microphone in hand... so, i'm sure the parents had little choice but to dub him LiL' Bow Wow and shove a J in his hand. The following is an excerpt from the song titled "This Playboy":

This playboy he getts crunk bring that bang up in the trunk
witha nick nack paddy wack throw me a bone
and this play boy goin break ya heard

that shit be mighty ill.

so, this was all a nice way to end a particularly ridiculous day of writing insane e-mails... hopefully not too insane... maybe i act on whims too often... i hope people still like crazy jacob.

oh... here:

Best Places in Berkeley (as compiled by mally):
- the Bakeshop! (almond croissant)
- Mod Lang Records
- Quikeley boba!
- Cafe Intermezzo
- Pollo's Mexican Resteraunt
- Rasputin Music
- Cody's Books
- University Press Books
- Mel's Diner (for the sole reason of: Pancake Supreme & Huevos Rancheros)
- FAT SLICE pizza
- Bezerkeley SLAM @ Starry Plough

Bad, Weird & Misc.:
- Octopus (Bubbly, 1 photo)
- Avant Card (Most Absurd)
- Little Hunan (WORST PLACE EVER)
- Taco Bell (honorable mention)
- B&N (read 4 free and go pee)

... and i've decided that mine and mally's slogan is now "We make long distance fun."...

baby...

i rode a bike down mooney blvd today. this is interesting (not really) for 2 reasons.

(1) i haven't ridden a bike in like... 4 years. i can still do bunny hops.

(2) it was 500 degrees today. for the laymen, that's really hot.

that's all. pointless counter attack post to (seemingly) angsty sarcastic other post.

i'm such a fucking rebel. or i'm such a fucking idiot. i can't remember which. or maybe i just want what i want, so everything is wrong. maybe i want to leave my clothes on the floor. maybe i want to wake up in the morning and have my first thought be of how long i can hold her before i should get up. my first thought this morning was making sure i've put all the cushions back in the right order after i've spent the night sleeping on the couch (i'm sleeping on the couch of my mothers place).

god, i don't want to be this. i don't want to be the guy that has no direction... the guy who isn't working. who doesn't have a job to support his traveling habit. but, then again, i do want to be that guy. i want to get the fuck out of here. i want to go somewhere i've never been before. where's the job that pays for that? i want to go to the east coast... but, that has nothing to do with the east coast really. i just want who's residing in the east coast... i just want to be with her everywhere. i want new places and people and everything. i want everything. the work isn't important. i'm not even sure i should be working. i'm not qualified to be an artist just yet... maybe a commercial artist, but that takes little real knowledge. it's very trivial. very "tuesday afternoon psychiatrist couch." but, i'm not qualified to ask questions yet. i don't even know what questions to ask because i haven't seen enough confusion. i haven't lived in a place that makes no sense to me. these places; Berkeley, SF, Burbank, LA, Visalia... they're all fucking strange... but they MAKE SENSE. in such a fucked up way. they make sense so much it's absurd. they make sense they way mal says peanut butter is mild. you just think, "what the fuck?!" but you can't argue the point with him because HE thinks it's mild. there's nothing you can do to to change his frozen-under-the-ice-bear-suit-canadia-loving mind. so it is mild. it does make sense.

but, i want the first light to hit my eyes in the morning to be one that leaves me dumbfounded. WHATEVER... anyway, what i'm saying is: i want to do neat stuff with my girlfriend.

oh, i have a girlfriend. did i mention that? i'll probably mention it a lot, because it's a very confusing thing for me... to have a girlfriend. a particularly amazing girlfriend. the 'particularly amazing' part warrants me mentioning her a lot...

then again, maybe i won't mention her a lot. people might get upset. they might think i was bragging... and i guess i am. bugger. sorry. i'm just happy, and sort of missing her, because she's not here. so, i'm crazy.

anyway, i want to learn things. i guess. yo. i don't know what to say much anymore. i think sometimes i try not to say things that are contrived and they end up being contrived because i tried to make them not contrived. i don't fucking talk about these things to people... i'm sorry. i think a lot and 99 percent of it never leaves my head except in these free association blogs.

and another thing... no one has corresponded with me in like 5 days! what's that about?!

here. one post at a time. comments were stupid, so they're gone. mal can still post if he wants, though i'm not sure if he even wants to have anything to do with blogs anymore...

i'm going back to that place where i grew up tomorrow. it'll be a hoot, i'm sure. mally has only been gone two days and i already miss her completely. i've finally written a bunch of pages for that comic thing i was working on. i'm sort of definitely sticking with this story. mal is gone also. i'll miss that pansy. i'll miss josh, also. summer is over, i think.

i designed this on my temporary roommates computer. he had photoshop and i was surprised, so i made a title. woo. i'll have my computer back soon. maybe i'll make something fantasmical.

never mind. it was a stupid idea to begin with.

i'll probably redesign this site and start posting again since it seems that's the only thing anyone cares about. i haven't designed anything in a long while anyway and i really want to. i have other sites also, you know. look at them.

okay, we can try this paypal thing. the sooth-jacobs-tortured-camera-less-soul-by-raising-him-money-to-get-a-new-one fund is go (camera was stolen). people can give donations or whatever. but, i can't just take money without giving people something back. i'm kind of dumb that way. so, if you make a donation and leave your mailing address, i'll send you something. i'm not sure what yet, but something good...

oh, i guess any amount would be fine, but if i had like 30 people give 10 bux each, i'd be set.

anyway, don't feel obligated to donate or anything.