Joe leaves the first church of appliantology and sets out to try
L. Ron Hubbards expensive advice...
Central scrutinizer:
This is the central scrutinizer... joe has just learned to speak
german now, get this, here's why he did it! he's gonna go to
this... Read More
Oh, yes. I've always had strange taste. Give me a med student with clean cut good looks, a nice car, the best education, wealthy parents, ambition, and I want nothing to do with him. But give me a tattooed, pierced, moody musician working a damn near minimum wage job, with scruffy good looks, and a fancy for pain pills, and I'm asking him if I can buy him dinner.
Actually, I brought my posse round and we raised up on the bitch. I kid, I kid. A concillitory e-mail did the trick. Lord knows I don't want any bad blood on Turkey Day.
I'm bored. I don't want to clean. I have homework to do. Bleh. I NEED a fuckin piano. It has to be the most inspiring writing tool ever. Anything worth a crap that I have written has been on a good old acoustic piano. Its someting about the way the keys feel as they bend your emotions around the sounds being produced. I guess its... Read More
Don't worry, I won't make fun. What I fixed was a doohicky that makes the laser beam "turn" 90 degrees. And my accidental piercing was with a screw in the hand. And it hurt like a bitch.