it rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again.

wow. post number three. amazing.

this is basically my virgin experience with putting myself in cyberspace. sure i have been here on a few of my old bands' websites and there also was that breif period with friendster. but i have never been here in this capacity. to keep up with the virgin analogy, i suppose those other experiences could be considered "heavy petting" or something. but now i have gone all the way and put myself out there. weird.

yesterday we found a soccerball in the park. we took it. i hope it made some little kid cry. not really cause i don't like making people cry. but i do like my new soccerball.

and now for a little trivia: true or false? - tiny tim died at birth.

(this was a real question from a 50's and 60's trivia game. the answer may surprise you. or not. so it goes.)

p.s. - speaking of the litter box, my cat is gross at times. let's just leave it at that. i guess it's just a pakage deal: three legs, sharp teeth, lukemia, long tail, bad bathroom skills. at least he writes better movies than george lucas.

all up in arms with my hands tied behind my back...what?

well, i'm not quite sure about how i want to handle this whole blog crap. i don't even know how i feel about it. i mean, this seems to be like "the every-man's (or woman's) livejournal". those who use this forum as a journal or way to meet people must not be cool enough to have a livejournal. but then again, they were smart enought not to get a deadjournal or jump on the xenga bandwagon. is this my act of rebellion against the cool kids buy utilizing this thing known as a "blog" rather than join their world? or maybe it's my feeble attempt at being cool without being pretentious. or maybe i just wanted to deny random NAMBLA accusations. so it goes.

so, i guess i have come to the point of accepting the fact that i did create this willfully, and now i need to decide how to use it. i don't usually journal, ever, so maybe i could try that. or i could attempt to make this some sort of creative writing page for myself.

who really cares? no one will read this except maybe carmen and zach. in the meantime, drown in the infinite wisdom of get your war on:




truer words were never spoken. thank you david rees. thank you.

"all aboard" or "the only way for people to like you is to cave into peer pressure"

insert witty comments here followed by a statement leaving a deep lasting impression in your mind. you now think i am cool.

sucker.