August 21st, 2006

What doesn't kill you...

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?

Then I'm a motherfucking world's strongest man competitor.

Today was long, and very, very, very hard.

I survived, my mother survived, and I did not wind up in jail. A family member had to figure out some other way to get home, because I swore to hell he wasn't getting into my car.

Yes, this is my glamorous life.

Bed now.
water sports

Off my back, you monkey!

*shakes the monkey and badness off of me like a wet dog*

OK! Enough is enough. No more bad shit! At least not for a few days. I want goodness! I want to be surrounded by positive schtuff, and friends, and love, and... schmoopiness! Yes! Bringeth oneth the schmoopeth!

I have been listening to Red Hot Chili Peppers' Dani California, off the new Stadium Arcadium double-album, pretty much constantly. I mean, on repeat for entire train rides. It rocks my world! I want to take the heavy jam at the end and somehow reach in and extend it for hours. Especially when the guitar effects come into play.

I miss seeing everyone! I want to touch you all! And yes, for some of you, I want to touch you THERE! I'm a bad boy! A cheeky monkey! A bum-looker! A dirty old man!

*jumping and flailing like Kermit the Frog* I want FUN!!!!

*thud*
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