iloveyoumang

Whoa...I totally bombed last night. Nothing worked right at all. Everything sounded awful. To top things off, the manager of one of my favorite bands came by the bar. He claims that someone saw me throw a glowstick at the bass player during one of their sold out venues. This is complete bullshit. I'm wrongfully accused. It sucks because the whole damn band probably thinks...
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Boing. Yay...Monday night. Open mic night. Gee, I wonder how many people will be sorely disappointed to see my return? I always feel that STARE. You know, the one that actually speaks. It says...Jeezus, it's that guy with those annoying fuggin' toys again. They just make noise. I bet he thinks he's cool because he can make them sound weird. What an asshole. Gawd, I...
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I was at work today, and in between nodding off, I thought of being drunk at work. What an odd thought. I mean, why? WTF good would it do and..well, how much fun would that be?? Why think this shit? Sheesh...summer is gone? I wanted to go camping again.

Holy shit. I'm almost kinda happy. I'm all moved in. My circuit bending workshop is in place. It's all creepy and weird so I'm cozy. The neighbors are shady, as is the hood. My wife left town. I got a really hawt look from a gorgeous woman last night. My brother is spending the weekend with me. I miss my dogs. I left a cock...
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In the midst of moving. I hate it. Moving really sux. Movers? Hell yes, I'm 34..this shit is heavy...and stairs..jeezus the stairs. Sold my massage table and my adorable 1979 Charlie's Angels pinball machine. It'd be easier to just drink myself to de...oh yeah, I AM doing that weekend by precious little weekend. At least I'll be closer to work. Yay?

I'm an idiot. I see this gorgeous woman at a country bar (it's open late and the band is actually good) called Carol's here in Chicago. She's wearing a blue doo rag, camo pants, a wife beater, and she has wicked tattooed arms...sleeves in progress. I buy her a beer (mind you I'm shrooming my brains out) and run away to talk to my brother....
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Yet another Monday and I can't let go of the weekend. Open mic again tonight, and I'm hoping to set up a mixer so I can play more than one circuit bent toy at once. Rowdy noise fer sure.

Thanx for the birfday wishes. I'm debating the open mic tonight. I'd love to show off some of the new toys I made, but I fear that I'll drink too much and not go to work again. That's not a good thing. Also, I have $1.38 in my pocket until Wednesday.

Man, it took three days to recover from the weekend. I called in sick, I fuckered around on the 'puter, I drank tons of water. Still, I feel fried. Since I'll be 34 at the end of the month, and not 24, I should grow up a little?? Maybe not.

Not renewing my lease? Jeeezus christ on a fucking bike. Now I gotta move in less than a month. Sometimes city life is a bitch. I'm gonna destroy something before I leave.