For those I've disgusted, I say...
Ha, ha. Entry...
"...I will always remember to forget you.
My favorite words are good-bye,
and my favorite colour is red"
Man, I've been gettin' into Booker T a lot, lately. My lack of cable television has done wonders for my piano/guitar playing. I really want to get my organ up 'n running. I'm kind of sick of having a fire extinguisher standing by after playing a set.
The studio work is finally worth posting about. I haven't even mentioned that I've been recording for the last month on account of the fact that previously it was, well shit. Seth and I managed to re-record the entire song with better mics, higher spirits, and lower blood-alcohol levels. Seems to have helped.
Anita's birthday is coming up this weekend, and it's the first birthday that I actually feel that I have done a good job with. I bought her a nice 50's style dress, new earrings, and enough drugs to knock out a junkie horse, or Courtney Love, or James Brown, or Rick James, or Robert Downey Jr.. Stop me when I’m funny… Which other celebrities’ personal lives can I exploit?
Phew! I’m pooped. I just got off the phone with the cops, and of course they gave me the run around. Hence the pooped-edness… I’m trying to get my $40 bucks back from the coppers, after that guy robbed me. They keep telling me that he flushed my money down the toilet. If it’s true, he’s a fuck. If it’s not, I was about to make some lame, and FALSE threat to the cops, but considering that I don’t personally want to go to prison, and these journals are monitored by the FBI, I’ll just say:
COPS ARE GREAT! KEEP UP THE MEDIOCRE WORK!
It may not have come in the form of pants, but it sure did cover my ass…
We are the skids of America. Woo hoo.
Spell check understands the word, “woo” but not “hoo”.
So there,
St. Christopher
"...I will always remember to forget you.
My favorite words are good-bye,
and my favorite colour is red"
Man, I've been gettin' into Booker T a lot, lately. My lack of cable television has done wonders for my piano/guitar playing. I really want to get my organ up 'n running. I'm kind of sick of having a fire extinguisher standing by after playing a set.
The studio work is finally worth posting about. I haven't even mentioned that I've been recording for the last month on account of the fact that previously it was, well shit. Seth and I managed to re-record the entire song with better mics, higher spirits, and lower blood-alcohol levels. Seems to have helped.
Anita's birthday is coming up this weekend, and it's the first birthday that I actually feel that I have done a good job with. I bought her a nice 50's style dress, new earrings, and enough drugs to knock out a junkie horse, or Courtney Love, or James Brown, or Rick James, or Robert Downey Jr.. Stop me when I’m funny… Which other celebrities’ personal lives can I exploit?
Phew! I’m pooped. I just got off the phone with the cops, and of course they gave me the run around. Hence the pooped-edness… I’m trying to get my $40 bucks back from the coppers, after that guy robbed me. They keep telling me that he flushed my money down the toilet. If it’s true, he’s a fuck. If it’s not, I was about to make some lame, and FALSE threat to the cops, but considering that I don’t personally want to go to prison, and these journals are monitored by the FBI, I’ll just say:
COPS ARE GREAT! KEEP UP THE MEDIOCRE WORK!
It may not have come in the form of pants, but it sure did cover my ass…
We are the skids of America. Woo hoo.
Spell check understands the word, “woo” but not “hoo”.
So there,
St. Christopher