MXPX and Reel Big Fish on Monday the 17th. Yay, I get to go skank...errr...hang out with Kate.

Ft. Lauderdale blew, so I drove up to St. Pete on Sunday, picked up my horse, got homecooking and drank a ton. Drove back down south at 10.45, after spending the better part of the afternoon in 3 bars. 110mph the whole way on I75, didn't see a single cop. Wheee, I love FL.

When people call me, they hear "Burning down the house," and now I get calls that tell me to hang up and not answer so that they can listen to the song. Bullshxt! Yanno?

Got Irish chocolate, and letters. 4.6 mil for a new condo in Signature plaza. Complete in '08 it's supposed to be a landmark for St. Pete, along with the 5 other skyscrapers they are building in a zone that doesn't allow for any building to be over 4 stories tall. Money greases the politicians pocket and natural beauty be damned.

I have noticed that I like to start posts with "so..." Must be the fact that I consider this a conversation, ongoing and thoroughly boring. I dunno, but I like saying/typing "so..."

I love the occasional rant, although lately it has been more than just occasional. I had lost the desire to do anything for the past couple of months, and the downward spiral was getting on my nerves. But as usual I catch myself halfway down and get back up. It's a bad thing really seeing as I should hit rock bottom and then get up to prevent me from doing it again.

I know I only have a few months of happy mood swing before I go back to suicidal psycho, but it won't bother me. NIN was a bad-ass concert and I really enjoyed myself. I wish I had gone alone, much easier to groove when you aren't being watched, plus if I'm alone, I don't mind looking like an idiot singing along at a concert. I could have also got pit tickets if I had been alone.

Golf on the 2nd 3rd and 4th of july, I hope. Ft. Lauderdale for only 25 bucks a round. Good price for 5 courses, so I'll have lotsa fun down there, even though I don't really want to go. Now I have just got to wait until pepper and 311 come to town august. The the warped tour and the family values tour come round. I should be around for those, I just need to escape without anyone wanting to tag along.

Bodyrockers rules...

I love the black solstice, I want the turbocharged version, 260 ponies. Either that or a nice 1991 5.0, so I can whup my buddies ass in his 1991 Z28. Slow ass piece of shit, and he's broke...so me and him (note: I did all the work, he did all the talking) replaced his front rotors, and brake pads, rebuilt both calipers, repacked the spindles and replaced his starter. I hate doing bullshit work like that, it was almost a grands worth of work in a shop, and I got no money for it, just a thanks.

Meh I don't care either way, but damn...I ruined a pair of A&F jeans and a FCUK shirt doing it...

the devil's dance floor has officially been worn out. That's what he gets for buying cheap veneer. 100 rounds through a 1911 and I feel better about life, but most of it still blows. If only the names on the bullets were attached to bodies. Butterfly wings for heaven. Really tough, this bullshit we call life.

You're crazy bitch.

Dance with me one more time, or I'll blow. Steam pressure is no joke unless you are cooking with it. Shitty fucking thing really.

But you fuck so good.

Really now, need I explain, it's hard to really. Feelings and words don't match up too well in here.

I'm in love with it

Spanking isn't all I wanted. No, regular chit chat would have been almost as good, save the wax for later though.

When I dream

Sleeping offers no comfort for this pain in my head making me crazy, suicidal, dance happy and addicted.

I'm doing you all night.

Again, this fucked up bullshit we call a world takes more than just 24 years to understand, but you'd think you would have more grasp at 24 years than you did at 4. It's a more innocent age, yet a whole lot more difficult to deal with. Killing time is about all I can kill. Manmen ramble on and wise men listen, which are you, which am I?

All of my neurons are functioning smoothly and yet I'm a cyborg just like you.

Yeah, so, a girl has got me fucked up. Why fucking me. Why can't I just shut them off, they're just in my way. Work and play are all great as long as they don't mix. What happens when play becomes work...that's when that .45 hits me right in my left temple. Much easier to deal with than trying to sort other people's lives out.

Can't people just shut up nd listen to me rather than blab about their own problems. I don't give two shits about what they want, need or care about. Not interested, not one iota. Drivel is all that it is, like johnny depp delivering that insipid dialogue in charlie and the chocolate factory. How can any one man be so uninterested in his own profession.

Tell me, just this last time; Why don't the bullets have my name on them?

So, no one makes a dirty pirate hooker shirt. Sure they make smelly pirate hooker ones, but that's not what I need. And now I am sad...but I will survive. I'm not so sure other people will, but I'm like a cockroach. I will survive nuclear warfare! And sub-artic temps. All because of my very flammable underarmour.

I need to be able to post pictures...so you guys can see the glory of my job...yea right!

So, i got distracted and lost my post

One for all, all for one
we are strong, we are one
NEMESIS

I found out how!!! This is the sunrise off the coast of Kuwait

Suez defense monument, the first time we went through the ditch.