I've been having some hella-strange dreams lately. Last night's was a nine on the odd-meter. I'd go into it, but it sounds insane even to me.

I just found out that Mena Suvari is married. That's disappointing. I mean good for her, but crap.

I should be going to bed, it's 3am. I'm really tired too, but I feel there's a lot of random thoughts I need to spill.

Art is a dirty little secret between you and the artist that everyone else can look at and never see.

I still don't like New Jersey. I like Kevin Smith. Just not New Jersey.

Was Bruce Springsteen from New Jersey? I like him too.

Bon Jovi? Not so much...

I need to start playing hockey again.

Night...