2003-06-23 | ONLY TOBACCO SMOKERS CAN USE DELL COMPUTERS

Sorry, Mr. Pennyworth!

Hawaiian Sun is way better than Aloha Maid. And Aloha Shoyu is way better than that wack ass Kikkoman, no matter what the bloody Ka'au Crater Boys say.

I found a cool Mongolian Barbeque place here in town. Five minutes from my house. Super rad! I need to add more sugar water though. It gets better every time I go. I'm slowly mastering the sauce.

I also found a cool cigar shop that has like ten music magazines i've been looking for for a long time, and about ten magazines that i've never seen before, but that i must have now!

I have five days off again this week.

I feel lucky, punk.

I must start trying to get some ish published. I feel a creative flow inside of me. Or spark outside of me. Or aura around me.

Greg is moving in a few weeks. Good luck to him. He's one of my best friends. Maybe the best male friend I have. I used to care a lot about who my best friend was when I was ten years old, but now days I'm just happy if I find friends in general. True friends. Honest people. Funny people. Non-psychotic individuals.

I wish my name was Slug so you could call me Sluggles.

My name is Jon, but you can call me J-Meddows. You can call me anything you want. Just don't call me late for the revolution, my brother! (holds up pale white fist and dodges laughter)

Here's a song I writed at work, mommy!!:

why am i awake?
why should i go to sleep?
where do i belong, which secrets do i keep?
sometimes i just sit there feeling lower than low
wondering what living is all about
i'm thankful for the the things i've got
but why are we here? sometimes it just feels so weird
why can't we be lazy like pigs, some countries think we may be
why can't we just sleep, let the ants pay for our t.v. sets
i know you think it makes no sense
but i say these things under no false pretense
i guess i just wonder why we work so hard
for such little result, praise or pleasure
all the pain on my hands and brain
when i see unfortunate children it's enough to make me feel vain
why am i alive....why am I allowed to be?
why do i breathe, while others aren't as lucky as me?
often i'm depresed, and often there's no reason
i don't feel like i have the right to be, but i feel it just the same
i wish there was a reason, just so it made some sense
but i don't know if i could stand it any more than i do
other times i feel like the happiest man alive
then something inside me or around me goes and dies
i know i tend to over-dramatize
but i can't explain all that occurs in our lives
i'm just wondering why we have feelings at all, and since we do, why can't they all be good ones?
if i could tell you all my secrets or those of the universe, i wouldn't have anything to write about, to talk about, to complain about, or to sing about
i'm gonna go find some more things to think about

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