Once days like this were rare.

The lulls it's not just me with the chainsmoking boredom the lack of purpose give me back the high speed feats of daring-do.

You're a "suicide girl" right? Well why don'you...

I may have stole the title from Mr. Jim Goad. It's late I can't sleep our cat has me pinned to the couch, I'm watching this thing called "A suicide girls guide to life" with sound off hence the title.I used to know girls who kind of looked like these girls once upon a time along the dachshund of time, the piercings, the tats, the hair dye, the punk rock Betty Page new wave fashion sense. One key difference if I were watching those girls cavort about in states of undress, I'd have to move the cat but something is missing or takes themselves a little too seriously and the cat may rest. As the show progresses I have a song going through my head it's so wrong but still funny. As I find myself traveling through time into the past and looking towards the future while watching soft core cable smut like a ten year old unaroused but unable to turn it off. Somehow it all still scares me but this now here with you and how lucky I am to have it and the sheer amazement of it keeps me awake as much as the pain in my body. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen tonights band "The Bloodhound Gang", enjoy the veal and don't forget to tip your waitress 'cause the owner don't pay shit.Playing us out Mr. Randy Newman. Good Night.

No coment about the senate race, just aint going there

S S D D, shit

History repeats like a bad carry out lunch. No it hasn't snowed yet. I just liked this photo my buddy Scot took last year and well, I do wear a lot of black but I'm to much of a close-out shopper to go all black but......shit.