curmudgeon

my life mission is now to kill the arby oven mitt.

oh christ, my ex-girlfriend's band is going to be the band for the detroit suicide girls burlesque show. i think it's the same weekend i'm going to toronto. i would love to go to see the girls, but to see her up there too would be shitty.

i'm feeling pretty cantankerous today.

i hope everyone had a good christmas and an even better festivus.
i bet i'm the only person in this web area that got a slot car race set for christmas. oh yeah, i plan on setting it up today. how old did i turn back in november? 11? oh no, wait, it was 31. how silly of me.

i decided to come back.

fuck it, i just don't give a shit anymore.

wow, nothing like gambling until 5 am after you went on a bender at a party. detroit, the city of shit, but at least we have casinos! i spent 2 hours there at walked out 40 bones ahead. not a bad evening. not a bad evening at all. now if i could only sleep in a little longer. sheesh.

i have "digging in the dirt" by peter gabriel stuck in my head.
"just shut your mouth, i know who you are.....digging in the dirt. find the places we got hurt...."

having no power the last day or so can suck my nuts.

being in a new band is fun.