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.

So, boys, what's with the hat's?

We bumped into each other awhile ago and spoke of weddings and bike and such, and so much to talk about but still I gotta ask, what's with the hat's? Accept baldness with dignity J can and I will or join the hair club for men, I still love you but I got to ask.BTW all you folks who singened my guest book on classmates, thanks but I aint paying to find out who you are, wanna get in touch do the fuckin' math, okay?

Happy, happy birthday to me

Old bosses and bad attitudes

Think about the past old jobs and this job and future jobs and the scars left on your soul. I go into someones place of work, they can tell I aint no courier, they're shit scared. they think I'm there to kill 'em and I...........................and we paraphrase and we don't say exactly what we're thinkin' maybe a twinkle in the eye gives it away, the knowledge that when that bad thing they always talk about happens I will survive, you.......so, eat that micro-wave pizza, eat it.

Anger, Fear, Hatred and Contempt.

These may be bad emotions, for the first time in fourteen years I went four days without feeling those emotions, I was in a paradise an island paradise,so peaceful, so calm a few more days I might have gone mad. Perhaps I need those emotions to be complete, I actually missed the rain and the tourist and four-wheeled douches I missed the anger, fear hatred and contempt. Is that how sick I have become.