I can’t read that stream of consciouness shit… its like a bunch of noisy kids… SHUT UP! SHUUUUTTT UPPPPPPP!!! 
Neck: WOOHOO!
wouldn’t 10/13/1520 and 1/13/2006 also be the same?
D&D rules.
someone did his research!
Well, well, well Thom. 45 minutes after this heartfelt post was when we were talking. Sounds likes you were experiencing some special emotions and Harper ruined it. So sorry! I am really surprised to come on here and see this. I wish all the best for you and the lil cowgirl. 
^oh boy, oh boy, oh boy
grabs popcorn, takes up a seat
Bob Dylan playin in the background… “Well you know somethings happening but you don’t know what it is, do you, Mr. Jones?”
whooooooooa ohhhhhhhhh oh whoa runaway JIM!!
Horns.
bratz dolls should be renamed hooker barbie.
i wish i had the toys that my kids have available to them today when i was their age.
i am excited about the new tmnt and transformers movies.
i am a big dork.
everyone should attend a gwar show.
i hate teeth. i would love to have all of them pulled.
Today sucks.
this weekend sucks.
ALREADY.
my parents are out of town, so I was gonna get myself a drink (not holding a party since I have SATs tomorrow), looked in the fridge didn’t like any of the beers, didn’t want wine, looked at the liquors; kahlua, brandy, and some chocolate one, didn’t want any, thought “hey I’ll just get some rum,” didn’t have any rum, plenty of tequila but I don’t like it, so I decided on a Kahlua and creme, made one, ran out of kahlua, really weak drink
fuck
i hate when im at a restaraunt and i want a refill and then the waiter or waitress takes for ever to come back. so today i solved that problem and ordered a pitcher of soda…and when the waitress brought it she said “is this cause i’m not quick enough on the refills?”
i said yes…i think we’re on the same page now…we’ll see what happens next time.
Stomach is gurrggling and I just shit.
Damn, maybe I am hungry…Time to check out this baseball game…
I have to help my father AKA POP’s at his lake home, we are removing the dock for winter storage. Next year I will be looking at holding a small party/band setup there.
My wife is out for the night and I am lazy at this point…
Must have a drink or eat sumthing soon…
I do not have to shit I guess, hunger pains…
not having anything to do on friday night makes me want to drink
i think i’ll drive myselft to the pub, then again, maybe i’ll go to the liqour store and get some oktoberfest beers for october, then sit outside in this cool candian air and smoke a joint
then who knows, some guitar, teh realization that im sitting home on a friday, drinking by myself,
then i’ll watch a movie and go into fantasy world for an hour or two, then possibly a snack
tomm hold instore for me a long slumber, won’t probably get up until well passed noon, time for some REM sleep, haven’t had any in 6 days, i like REM sleep, not restfull but very insightfull into my unconcious self
unconciousness is scary, and it’s friday the 13th, i hope i don’t have scary dreams
why didn’t any good scary movies come out today, are the marketers that stupid to not look at the calendar and see, the 13th falls on a Friday in the month of october, a good scary movie would have been lovely tonight, and would have raked in millions with the proper marketing, who runs this sort of operation, helen keller?
i had a hockey puck for a hamburger tonight, the thing was the same size and probably weighed more, i feel like a slug in the stomach, im off to the liqour store
Tonight I decided to drink because I have nothing else to do. I am going through a fucking hell of an existential crisis. I’m graduated from college for about 4 months now but still no sign of a real job. It’s starting to drive me stir crazy but I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing or what I want to do with my life. When people ask me what my dream job is I say well I don’t know because I guess I don’t have one. I feel like there’s nothing I am aiming for and I just don’t care about anything right now. I used to tell myself that I want to publish a novel, record an album, and do some paintings before I die but I don’t have the ambition or talent to do any of those. I feel really fucked up and clueless and utterly lost. The last time I really understood myself was when I read Steppenwolf my junior year of college (two years ago) and yet it didn’t answer anything for me, it just helped me see what my problem is. I hate being alone and lonely but yet I hate being around people too. I feel like everyone I see is fake or I find out they’re not worth talking to or hanging out with. I am so fucking lonely it’s sick but yet I don’t get along with people and I come off like a socially awkward asshole. I want to move out of my parents’ house and live on my own but I don’t even know what kind of job I should try for or where I should go. My head has been a jumbled mess today and the only time I feel like life/existence/reality makes sense is when I’m drunk or listening to music. I hate being the ‘woe is me’ whiny little bitch that I am but I can’t keep this stuff bottled up or it will nearly kill me like it did when I was in junior high. What the hell is the point of life?? It just seems so absurd and I don’t understand it. I wonder what it’s like to be with someone for more than a year?? None of my relationships have lasted longer than 9 months…is it just me or is it that I keep ending up with fucked up girls who have issues?? And why can’t I find a girl who isn’t boring and average but isn’t crazy and fucked up?? Arggghhhh I need another drink. My farts smell fucking awful right now. My hands are dry and I don’t feel like doing this anymore
^It WILL get better, life is what YOU make it. Fuck what other people think. Be you and set some shit up and move thru it.
I wish it was summer and I had a fire and some peeps over. I ate some cookie crisp and continued to do nothing. I have not done much of anything and it is nice tonight although a good game of pass the doob sounds like fun.
Big B is in heaven right now. Det won again…
Aight well this is not a place to be anymore right now or even in a minute… Fuck that it is always the place to be.
I love the OKP, and Greg, fuck all the clueless women you seem to find, you have your place with someone out here, and she is waiting…Keep hunting…
The lake is going to be fucking cold Saturday…Whew.
My cat just chowed some grub…
later.
three annoying girls in the kitchen with my brother…one of em just lost one of my darts…if i had breasts and a vagina i would wreck her face.
one is 26…one looks forty and i think the other is 17 or 18…i dont know what the fuck is going on out there but it sounds like a fuckin nightmare.
my dogs one eye wont open anymore…she is old…i feel bad…i think THAT time is coming soon.
wait…back to the girls…what happened to minimal makeup to accentuate a little something on the face? this one out there looks like a fuckin parrot…blue and pink and shit…she looks like she just stepped out of a coke party at studio 54.
im going to the bar tonight to see a buddy of mine perform as elvis…yes THAT elvis…he gets all suited up…throws on a wig and a cape and some fake jewelry…its a fuckin hoot…should be fun.
well…i guess im outta heeeeeeeeeeeeeeere.
peaz
gonna try and downloaded an edited version of The Mars Volta’s Frances The Mute… should take FOREVER.
I miss my girlfriend.
I want to go to the movies.
bad.
I would like Greg to go back when he writes a post and separate it into proper paragraphs… one Jack Kerouac was enough.
The sun is streaming thru my musty window, its fine.
… that reminds me “the sun will shine on my back porch one day… march winds will blow all my troubles away…”
I psyched for the Tigers… every dog will have its day… or, err cat.
The fall is nice no? Its nice to see the leaves and various things fall from the trees.
I popped a strut last night… I always pop struts. Stupid struts.
I really should probably clean these windows one day… one … day.
i think phishinsky’s new signature is uber nummy
that is all