Stolen mostly from my Myspace
I must admit, if I totally kept up with this thing and myspace, I would never get to go outside, so if I am ever slow to reply to anything, that is why. I also spend too much time drinking, which takes away a good portion of the night, thus leaving me with even less time to read everything.
Recently things have been the same old daily shit. However, a few highlights.... A few weeks back the mushroomhead/dope/motograter show totally kicked ass. I expected none the less and was not let down. Last Sunday or something like that, Joe and I went to see Manson... and for the the first time in my life, a woman bought ME a drink at a show. And this happened not once, but twice. So we must have looked good or something. Maybe it was the Tool shirt, everyone loves tool. We also went to see Stephen Lynch (hilarious) and Mitch Headberg, which was funny until I passed out. (Again I drink too much, and this has to stop.)
Heather and I are back together, although now we go out a lot more and it feels like we are friends who have sex, rather than a couple destined for marriage. Which is fine with me. I am not ready to be locked down. I just keep meeting more interesting people, and me being me, i run through all the "what if" possibilities in my head. And why do my friends keep finding girls who I could see myself with? God I hate that. Oh well, time will march on, and it will all work out in the end. I hope.
I sent a package to my friend Nate yesterday. He's in the Army in Iraq, I hope it cheers him up. Nothing special, just music and food and music from joe and a letter from us both. We'll see. His girl said he'd be happy to get anything, no matter how cheesy, but that is a typical response.
I had a dream about someone on here, whom I've known for many years now, but never got around to meeting in real life. They came to visit me in the dream. And that's all I'm going to say. Wish it would really happen. Better yet, that dream where Heather and I broke up and she left me alone and I was happy hanging with my friends and had to choose between women, wish that one would come true. Alas, chained down I am. And dreams are just that, dreams.
Recently things have been the same old daily shit. However, a few highlights.... A few weeks back the mushroomhead/dope/motograter show totally kicked ass. I expected none the less and was not let down. Last Sunday or something like that, Joe and I went to see Manson... and for the the first time in my life, a woman bought ME a drink at a show. And this happened not once, but twice. So we must have looked good or something. Maybe it was the Tool shirt, everyone loves tool. We also went to see Stephen Lynch (hilarious) and Mitch Headberg, which was funny until I passed out. (Again I drink too much, and this has to stop.)
Heather and I are back together, although now we go out a lot more and it feels like we are friends who have sex, rather than a couple destined for marriage. Which is fine with me. I am not ready to be locked down. I just keep meeting more interesting people, and me being me, i run through all the "what if" possibilities in my head. And why do my friends keep finding girls who I could see myself with? God I hate that. Oh well, time will march on, and it will all work out in the end. I hope.
I sent a package to my friend Nate yesterday. He's in the Army in Iraq, I hope it cheers him up. Nothing special, just music and food and music from joe and a letter from us both. We'll see. His girl said he'd be happy to get anything, no matter how cheesy, but that is a typical response.
I had a dream about someone on here, whom I've known for many years now, but never got around to meeting in real life. They came to visit me in the dream. And that's all I'm going to say. Wish it would really happen. Better yet, that dream where Heather and I broke up and she left me alone and I was happy hanging with my friends and had to choose between women, wish that one would come true. Alas, chained down I am. And dreams are just that, dreams.