2003-06-14 | YES I EAT COW, I AM NOT PROUD

Ozzy was just playing.

A few minutes ago it was Joe Walsh.

Psssst....I've got a secret. That Joe Walsh song (life's been good?) is one of my favorites of all time.

Tomorrow I'm off.

Woo-fucking-hoo.

I'll get a couple new cd's. The new Radiohead. it's out right?

Sunday I work a double. Then I'm off until Wednesday, when I work a double again, and then off again 'til Sunday.

Weird.

I was expecting 4 days off, but 5? Wow.

What will I do?

Hopefully I'll start paving the way towards publishing.

My friend just asked me if the picture above is of Billie Joe Armstrong.

Yikes.

Some idiot asked if it was Rob Thomas earlier today.

I hope they were joking.

I have to say something.

Thank you to all of you.

You cheered me up when I didn't know I needed to be cheered up.

I used up the rest of my banners because my gold membership is almost over, and I got some great responses.

I changed the look of my diary too, and lots of the old timers came by to drop a line.

I really appreciate it.

It means a lot to me.

I do care what you think.

As long as it's good stuff.

I love you.

Whoa! It's Frampton again!!!!!

Life is so fun sometimes.

Stephanie hasn't been feeling good lately, so I haven't been having fun with that.

That's the only shitty part of the last few days.

She hasn't been herself.

I hope it's not me.

I know it's not me.

I just wish I could do something more to help her sometimes.

She says I help by just being there, but I wish I could do something to make her happy for the rest of her life.

Shit, I wish I could do the same for me.

Fuck it, for everybody.

Then we could change the world, and have a coke and a smile, and shut (avril/jeneane/creed, etc.) the fuck up.

I saw Corky Romano the other night.

It was my second time watching it.

I enjoyed it both times.

I'm not proud.

I wonder if I would even know a lame movie if it was stuffed into a short bus and driven over me over and over by some scorned ex-lover.

Then I remembered that my ex-lovers only scorned ME.

Then I remembered the movie Gone Fishin'.

It's the only movie that Greg and I ever considered walking out on. And we've seen some stinkers, folks.

Here's an unfinished song that I was starting to write at work:

There's a little to do list that I have to start putting together

take 4 feathers from a peacock

plus 2 little kids who make shoes in a Reebok sweatshop

plus the gheri curls of four assorted ex-Sweathogs

2 cashews, a can of Sierra Mist, and a 40 ounce of Red Dog

i've got to figure out a way to cleanse my interior

i'm feeling inferior, somebody show me the spot to start digging toward

unheard without spoken verb enterprises trying to hover around my galaxy

her majesties secret cervix, in bloom with magnificent plastic pageantry

one step at a time, even if i stumble upon unseen obstacles

my opticals will envision the elements before i run into the fully armed octopus

your arsenal is dead, and the king has eyes for scars

the stars are among us, and they're infected with poison from cheap bars

THAT'S ALL I HAVE SO FAR. I LIKE IT.

i hope you do to.

Peace and goodwill towards Men Without Hats

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