I went to the video transfer place this morning and holy hotness is the girl there amazing. She’s all tall and pretty and hip and funky. She has blue stars tattooed up her arm. Man, I need to find reasons to hang out at the video transfer place in 100 Oaks. Does anyone needs VHS transfered to DVD or whatever? Seriously mail it to me and I’ll take in to this place. What? No, it’s not exactly stalking…
I was driving back from 100 Oaks, thinking how I’d post this whole ranty thing about drivers in Nashville and blah blah blah. But it’s pointless. No one here can drive. Hell, my driving seems to be worse the longer I’m here.
When I came out of the post office this morning, I found myself whistling “Walk Like an Egyptian.” What is that about? I mean, really, how long has it been since I even heard that song? What made it come into my mind? I was listening to Wilco’s “Box Full of Letters” when I got out of the car. There was no music playing in the post office, so where, oh where did that song come from?
ETA: Shooter Jennings is reproducing? Oh yuck, yuck, yuck. My only hope here is that Shooter is the Hank Jr of his legacy and therefore his kid will be the next Hank III.