i was reading an article on the sex pistols the other day.  didn’t learn anything new about them, but it was an interesting read.  i’m planning on reading john lydon’s book rotten, about…johnny rotten.  it’s sad, they, and any of the pioneering punks–germs, ramones–caused this huge revolution, and now their legacy is picked up by the likes of blink 182.

in my bedroom i have a sliding glass door.  across the street is a nursing home.  during the day i’ve seen old people sitting outside and staring, and the workers sit outside smoking.  when i go to bed at night, usually after or around midnight, there, of course, aren’t any people outside.  nor can i see any people inside.  i look out my window every night (this is an anal retentive quality i possess.  i check all closets and check all locks and check to see if anyone is standing outside my sliding glass door every time i go to bed.  wait…that’s paranoia isn’t it?) and i have the uneasy feeling that someday i’m going to look out and see someone in the window looking at me.