Don't Come Around Here No More...

well let's see...i've got readers here that are worrying about the quality of this here blog...well i don't know what to say, i do what i do and it's what i'm giving, so take it while it's on the table before it changes into some dikey whore like we've seen all too often before...

alright, off that tangent whereever it was going.....got home 'round 830 or so, of course got online and was pleasantly invited to go to church, and after thinknig abou it, new guy preaching and whatnot, decided to give it a whirl, it's been awhile since i heard something descent come from the church..it's like i need a preveiw guide to know what's going to be preached about before i go, that would make my turnout a lot better, but this gambling on a whims shit, it's for the birds...so i arrived at 9:05, the person i was supposed to walk in with was already in, and to top that off, as if i'm not nervous enough, somebody was there....hell i didn't actually think she was gonig to be there, but damn, the sight of her closed the door in my mind and i got back in the car and went home..where i passed out..

when i awoke many hours later i grabbed the leftover turkey dinner thing my grandma sent with me out of the microwave, yeah i forgot about it until i finally woke up....my voice has came back a little more, but singing to my guitar playing has probably scared it some more...yeah i've been having fun just playing random shit on the guitar, it's like my escape from the sick world once i put that six string on my lap..sorta sounds sexual....

anyways...in front of my computer is the only place i can sit and actually keep my eyes wide open...i've got a lot of movies that i boguht, ok, maybe like 8 or something, but still i want to watch them everso much, but i'm not capable of staying awake, damnation..speaking of movies we were talking about actresses the other night and who is cute and this and that, don't ask me, i was the third wheel in the conversation...then mentioned is penolope cruz, damn....of course i feel some obligation to stick up for her, probably because i have so many times before...but that started a whole controversy and in depth longing conversation...you know what a good movie would be to watch..vanilla sky, yeah i want to see that...but do i watch these movies alone...something i am used to, or do i share them in the company of another....ehh we'll see....

got my whopper tonight, because it is whopper wednesday sunday, and chatted briefly with the clapp...i get the feeling she doesn't like any reference to her in here...which means she's reading, hmmm..anyways

so thus ends the week of people being in town, everyone has packed up and left to their respective places or torture....some i wish to see soon, but knowingly well i won't, others i just want to tell them to fuck off, pardon my language...but it's true, some people think when they come back to town, everybody will wait hand and foot for them..well it isn't true, matter of fact, we are probably happoer that you left, and will wait on you hand and foot to see that you never return...how's that one for you, bursts your little bubble of self importance...yeah, but i know the people who that is directed to will not read this, and i will go on hating every moment and not being able to sleep because i know they are running free in northwest indiana...leave

well it's the last post of the month, wow, and so we move on....leave you with a quote, it'sa running theme..."And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls "Get Outa Here If You Don't Know Casanova is just being punished for going To Desolation Row"