hornitos

funeral sad, me cries lots
(i'm so eloquent)

in other news. .

I've created a monster!

my special friend (not the retarded one, the other one) asked me if i wanted to do something Monday.

so i says. ."sure , what do you wanna do?"

and she says . " i don't care , as long as i get fucked at the end of the night"

so i says. . "welp, i can't promise anything, i'm not a fuckin' "

so she says. ."it's your own fault, you unleashed the sexual beast in me"

so. . i think about that for a second or 3 . . disregard the beastiality jokes . .
and finally say, "hmm. . ok , see ya' tomorrow. . "

like i said , i'm eloquent

more other news. .

my 13 year old got a hold of a tom petty songbook somehow. .
not that i mind too much , but it is kinda boring. . so i've started to make up and sing lyrics to everything he plays . .
wether it's bowie , or the white stripes , zeppelin or whatever he plays.

my lyrics usually revolve around singing in a holiday inn lounge, dating waitresses and fungus. .
(from the hotel room showers)

he laughs , and then gives me shit , because i never pick up his guitar and learn anything new when he's not here. .

but. . it's hard to explain to him, that the only songs i would want to learn, i've already forgotten . . meaning , i knew how to play them at one time. . and i don't see any reason to re-learn 'em
. . only to forget them again a week later

i just don't have a desire to play the guitar very much. . now . if i had a drum kit to beat the shit out of . . that would make me happy. .

someday . . i will the beat the hell out of one. .

excellent . . (said in mr. burns voice)