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[12 Feb 2007 | Monday]
10:57 AM - guess. what.

wayne coyne is my dad.

We jam together every night and sometimes we get high together while he tells me stories about his trips to Japan and the crazy asian kids he sees there, and other times he helps me on my homework while he cooks a really bangin' dinner... only sometimes he burns them. Like the other night, he was trying to make an Italian vegan dinner with like, pasta puttanesca and some really yummy canolis and some good wine. Only he burned the sauce and the pasta was rubbery. But the best part were the canolis. HE MAKES THE BEST CANOLIS. So all we ate for dinner were a hundred canolis.......... i think it was the best dinner ever, I could've died right then.

yeah, my dad's so cool. :)

PS. He and his musician friends also got me a bunch of pink balloons as a late birthday/early anti-v day gift.... they're so cool because they never run out of helium. Favorite gift ever! I love balloons <3
See, I have proof:

[30 Sep 2007 | Sunday]
6:22 PM - so you probably already know that wayne coyne is my dad /edited

it's true. (<- link to the above post)

- the COOLEST, yo!

He made me an owl puppet. It doesn't fit my hand, but it's okay.

the flaming lips

so good.
waited so long in line(s).
but it was great <3
and free! hell yeah!

i wrote something pretty cool yesterday.

'i believe the only real death is not remembering and not seeking who you are and who came before you. one day i will die and eventually become an ancestor; i hope to never be forgotten. i just want to sear Who We Are into my children's and children's children's and children's childrens's children's minds- so they know (without thinking) Who They Are. i want to visit them in their sleep and whisper dreams of the land of the morning in a language they somehow understand but cannot speak. i will enter their dreams and tell them about the Golden Rule and how We Are All One. they will gather on a tall hill over looking fields of rice. as we all sit under a banana tree i start telling the stories i finally discovered when i died, they will wonder, "who is this woman?"'

well, i thought it was cool.

[yvanrodic]