(why must we desecrate this land? I'll tell you why, because we can, that's why.)

(I am a human, I'm a goddamn human being, I can pay for sex. What gives mankind the right to kill, at will? I'll tell you what. Guns. big fucking guns with giant fucking bullets. )

Well then. It's the 29th. 28 full days after the first.

I'm sitting in a car with rain on the winshield. Sounds like some freaking country song.

(sittin in a car with rain draining down, thinking of when she walked out the door.)

all country songs are about "her" walking out the door. and the damn dog getting ran over. Fun. I suppose that's the best the wonderful weed-smoking country artists could come up with. (their wives kept leaving them cause they wouldn't stop smoking weed. Heh heh heh. But Johnny Cash rocks!)

Finished the 2nd book in the Dark tower series halfway through the trip. Now i have Blade runner to read, but I don't really feel like it. There was a cool radio station called F-A-X that played 2 straight hours of Metallica, so I listened to 2 STRAIGHT HOURS OF METALLICA. It was cool. Made that 2 hours go by pretty quick. (unfortunately, this is a 9 hour trip. I think my family's going down there for christmas, I'm probably not going. I think i'm gonna get a cat in this 8 days I have off. Then I'll be entertained with my cat for the 8 days i'm off. (and give the cat some time to get used to me. )
Are you people having some fun? Apparently my TechnicalManager got put in the penalty box at the last hockey game, heh heh heh. I would like to know what he did, but the bulletin hasn't come in on that yet. Probably just got pissed and hauled off and smacked someone. heh.

(cranberries and beer do not go together. One's for bladder infections one's for getting drunk.)

Sanity and insanity are relative. If the popular majority becomes insane, then opinion changes, and the sane are insane. How wonderfully classic. I suppose that's how the 2 party system works.

Anyway, news flash, government has gone from governing to comedy. Yup, right now we're right in the middle of the 2nd act of a 3 part comedy/tragedy. Bet you can't wait for the end. (it's up to you to decide which end is the comedy and which end is the tragedy.)

We as humans at our best can only create opportunities.

know what a nun has to do to have sex?? dress as an altar boy.

(and maybe i'd impress her, by being in a band
and maybe if I act real tough, she'll let me hold her hand
and maybe I'll win her heart, by writing this song about her
sometimes I sit at home, and wonder if she's sitting at home thinking of me and wondering if i'm sitting at home thinking about her
or am I just wasting my time.)

Nice, concise, with wonderfully no information whatsoever or any caring words at all.

See you around??? What is up with that?? That's something I say to people I don't care about seeing! So I say, WTF.

(I'm the only gay eskimo, in my tribe)

(Punkrock girl, please look at me
punkrock girl, what do you see
let's travel round the world, just you and me punkrock girl.)

(punkrock girl, give me a chance
punkrock girl, let's go slamdance
you look just like minnie pearl
just you and me, punkrock girl)

(She took me to her parent's for a sunday meal
her father took one look at me and he began to squeal
punk rock girl, it makes no sense
your dad is the vice-president
your dad's the duke-of-earl
Yeah you're for me punkrock girl.)

(we got into a car away we started rollin
I said "how much you pay for this" said "nothin man it's stolen"
Punkrock girl, you look so wild
punkrock girl, let's have a child
we'll name her minnie pearl
just you and me
eat fudgebanana swirl
just you and me
we'll travel round the world
just you and me punkrock girl!)