fuck

so after going through the list of things to do. i will build one of these in my life time. of course, not as polished. I want that RatRod look. Fuck high dollar pant and chrome, give me rust and flat black paint. With the exceptions being motor and wheels. mmm...tasty. also my dream car the 61-64 Lincoln Continental. MMM...suicide rear doors with 430 tasty motory goodness.

anyway blah blah blah. i love toast! i love toast! i love toast!

i have the shittiest cramp in my lower neck upper back ever.

my nose is cold.

i ate pudding.

yes it was jello.

saw elektra. it was aight. nothing major. i really wanted to see House of Flying daggers.

i'm waiting to put the focus back together till i have money for insurance and parts and materials. the fun will commence in roughly a month and a half maybe two.

why is it? that i can tell who is "scene" these days. i don't really give a fuck but why? why does it have to be so obvious that you are in the "scene". i hate trends. back in the day, you would have never known who was what until you saw them at shows or heard shit coming from their car radios or maybe they had stickers on their cars. now i can tell simply by their hair style or clothes.

have i ever said "I hate Michigan" here? well, i do.

we have nothing here. except my friends. and no emissions laws. if i move out of state. i'm renting a cheap ass apartment in detroit or something and calling that my "permanent" residence. fuck paying for testing and have testing done.its bullshit. we can't fix the ozone. i say we make it worse.

this is a lame update. much as the last one.

my nose is still cold.

nugget of joy-
"Yeah, there were horses, and a man on fire, and I killed a guy with a trident!"