Holy shit, "Radio War" by Iron and Wine is like the best song EVER!

this morning, after dropping my brother off at school and before picking liz up from the toyota dealership I had coffee with Southlake's elite, by way of eaves dropping. There was a city counsel man there, and several other rich and powerful business men. Some were dressed for the board room, others for the golf course. It can be debated which setting has more transactions delt upon it, but I have a sneaking suspicion that its the golf course. They were talking about how in indonesia, there is a cat that eats coffee beans, but doesnt digest them. It just shits them out. And then the beans are supposed to have gotten way awesome by being sent through that process, I guess the cat roasts them on his insides or something. Really rich and crazy people pay lots of money to buy the cat's shit beans.

Behind me were two really really hot southlake moms (southlake has a higher concentration of hot moms than any other city ever) who had nothing to do but lounge at starbucks since their kids had been dropped off at school. They probably could have stayed there until 3pm if they had wanted to.

Southlake is a weird place.

Everything here is so empty. My room is empty, save for boxes of things, which should never be taken to represent the things that they contain. Even downstairs, the bike racks are empty because people have already started taking things home. When the place where you live becomes who you are, or what you are, then the emptyness of the place makes you empty. If were to live here over the summer, would I continue to be empty? Thankfully, this week will be empty but then upon my return to Texas I am sure that I will be quite full again. Full with friends, school, work, family, etc. (not to mention food; I can't wait to cook again.) So it must be put upon us to fill up our place, and in turn fill up our lives. Perhaps the search for love is a way of filling up our lives. A room can never be empty when there is someone else standing in it.

Fred Durst has a blog:

http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=americanalien

after reading some of it, I have come to think that he's not so much a huge idiot, but more of a misunderstood idiot. I actually think he'd be a pretty nice person in real life. I kind of want to meet him now to see if this theory holds true.