fuck.
hmm i thought ive mentioned on here that i lived outside the city, about 45 minutes away, with my parents in a town called Pleasantville, yup you heard that right. And now that I see this town after being out in the big world this town really is black and white.
i need to get the hell out of here, and ive been telling my friends recently that i wish my parents would just kick me out. its too hard to leave because i’m comfortable here and i have lots of space and privacy, plus free food (and my mom’s a good cook taboot), laundry and rent. but its almost too easy and i want to live it up in these strange years we call our twentysomethings. its like the limbo to the real world. or is there no such thing as the real world?
get up and get out funky b! you’ve got way too much energy and good vibes to keep them bottled up in your parents house, I don’t care how “pleasant” this ville you live in is. You gotta get on the road, Destiny Unbound…
pee pee poo poo get a bisket!!!
I like everyone on this board. Its weird to come on here everyday to interact with a community of people I don’t know.
Sometimes I feel completely disjointed… like a picasso painting.
^I just like the colors in that 2nd pic 
EDIT: this pic…
we’re on the road to nowhere! whoo wompbabbdadoomboboppdemeo
Good morning my children.
It’s four in the morning.
Here’s hoping your day
shines on brightly.
T. G. I. muthafuckin F.
Greasy food is great.
Greasy food kills.
In all honesty, nothing beats a good salad.
Where are my Commando and Hercules in New York DVD’s?
I wish I had a job.
I wish more that my band was touring and it was our life.
i wish i didn’t have a desk job AND was in a band for a living 
i wish getting up to watch saturday morning cartoons was the biggest thrill of my week like it used to be.
i wish phish would friggin play again already.
i wish this WORK day would end quickly so i can go see keller and xavier in manchester
i wish my name was never neck…dont know why but i do.
had an occurence that i havent had…welll…ever…haooened tonight…at bar…alone…girly walks up and starts talking to me…random shit…i really had nothing to say but she kept at it…made me keep talking…the flirt factor was high…i felt good about myself like i hadnt in awhile…almost felt like a friend had planted her there to do this JOB…ya know? but then the time came for the “im kinda seeing someone…”…but ya know what? i think im in love…this girl at the bar was there to boost the confidence and the ego…i had a hottie hitting on me and i had the sack to say…in my own way…(not real quotes) “my girl is far hotter than you…far sexier in everyway…she knows me and knows what i like and i know her and knows what she likes…you? well…you are just hott…i’d like to take you home and bang the shit out of ya but i have something better that you have no way of competing with…”
man alive…i havent felt like this in a long time…i have something guys…something real.
^me too. And I could never begin to explain how wonderful it is and how very grateful I am for it every day.
Thanks for that understanding, Thom. You’re fuckin all right.
fone…yer the shit…fer reel…answer that PM i sent ya…and if not sign on to AIM and gimme yer name…i need yer advice, sage.
Nice, Neck!
Keep up on that non-drug high!
PS:IT’S FRIDAY THE 13TH!!! OHHH YEAH!!!
Jason Vorheiss (sp)
i just heard on the radio that today is the first time since jan 13 1520 (1/13/1520) that the numbers in the digits in the date added up to 13 on a friday the 13th (10/13/2006).
bound to happen, but interesting nonetheless.
^i just realized my last post in this thread wasn’t so much of a thought as a statement of fact. maybe i should try the stream of consciousness thought probing as demonstrated above by greggers. ok then i will. damn, as soon as i made that decision to try and type away at will it became difficult to access my thoughts. ok i’m back. i’m still trying to figure out what the best course of action regarding trey’s new years run shows should be. tough call. i know greyboy allstars are playing in dc around then as well. ac would be fun for new years. i need to get to florida the day after though. I’ve been holding out to hear about possibly the biscuits playing in the mid-atlantic as well. i shouldn’t complain if i’m going to jamcruise, plus i’ll see bisco on and maybe after that. damn, i want to quit my job right now and just go to gigs professionally. is that possible? i’d need to probably actually DO something at the shows…roadie? sound guy? lighting? journalist? i clearly would need to figure something out beyond makig/selling grilled cheese. maybe so maybe not. i find myself putting phish phrases into everyday conversation quite frequently. i, like most of you am obsessed. i go through phases of accepting they are no longer together and desperately wanting them to get back together. i’m currently in the latter stage, but hopefully it’ll pass soon. i really should get back to work now. over n out.
This morning cup of tea–english breakfast blend if you just know–is really good but it’s getting too cool for my liking. But how do you re-heat tea?? It kind of defeats the point and it would take more effort and energy than it’s worth. I think I’ve listened to 12/7/97 more times than I can count at this point. It’s become like my default show when I don’t know what else I want to listen to as far as Phish does. Either this or 6/14/00. I don’t really know why that is because I know there’s better shows than both but these are just so well not exactly easy listening but it doesn’t take much concentration and the jams are easy to get into without expending too much attention. God do I love the segue into ‘Boogie On.’ I can feel a shit coming on but I have this weird habit where I have to catch up on all my websites in the morning before I go take a dump. I have developed a habit of brushing my teeth and flossing right before I go to bed. So I’ll be all tired and sleepy at night and want to just crawl into the sheets but I know I have to get up and do my dental duty. So by the time I’m done I don’t feel as tired anymore and can’t get to sleep. So I listen to some music and start to fall into that twillight consciousness where you’re half awake and half asleep and the music feels like you’re stoned or tripping and you’re not sure if you just heard what you heard. And then I snap awake and I say “Well time to really go to sleep” and I turn off the music but then I’m not sleepy again and arrggghhhhh I need to change my living habit. I distinctly remember the dream I was having before I woke up. Somehow I had my own musical that I had written with my two friends who were also in it. Mmmm lukewarm tea anyway it was some small stage in like a school or theater and we were just in our regular clothes but the thing I remember most is that I didn’t know what we were supposed to be singing so I was just improvising the lines as I went along, but they all seemed to rhyme and make sense. I know the last song was the intermission song because I was singing about how it was time to go to intermission and take a rest maybe have some snacks and talk about what you liked so far and then there was this like two minute passage about going to the bathroom and the last line where there’s this big rave-up style ending I was like “aaaand ladies, don’t forget to wipe” and then my friends came in with this descending barbershop style line “wipe wipe wipe wiiiiiiippeeeeeee” and we took a bow and ran off giggling like idiots.
Drop the last zero in the date 10/11/06, the day Lidle flew his plane into a building, and flip the date horizontally and vertically, and guess what?