High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine

I am listening to Suede's Singles right now. But I wish I had a Phantom Planet CD so I can listen to it instead. Ayisse's blogging about her dilemma and California makes me want to listen to it.

I just thought of a funny scenario, a very cinematic scenario, in fact.

So I'm finally on a plane to California. Hours later, my plane lands at LAX, and I put on my earphones. I get off the plane, go through immigration and customs, and finally, when I step outside the confines of the airport, whatever track that is playing on my MD stops and then Phantom Planet's California starts playing. I get on a taxi or my San Diego relative's car (assuming they are generous enough to drive from SD to LA) and then the song continues on playing as LA rushes by the car window.

California... California... Here we coooooooome.

And then I see Airport Boy crossing the road. I scream "STOP," the car skids, and crashes into a post.

I know. I sound like an idiot. I'm tempted to continue that scene with Airport Boy coming over to help us out of the car along with a bunch of other strangers but that's more lame. I. Will. Not. Reach. A. New. Low. Wait, mentioning it is almost the same... Oh well. Welcome to the Earth's mantle.