therealtexasguy

as i lay here, unable to sleep, i think back to a few instances on my aunt and uncle's ranch in boerne when i was bass fishing one of the two cattle ponds. these places tend to, i later found out, be awesome spots to catch catfish. now, i distinctly remember a few times where i spotted with my own two eyes catfish in the thirty-sixty pound range basking in the sun...considering the size of these ponds, it's entirely feasible that if i approach it right i can land myself a trophy catfish...now, getting it back to the city would be the hard part, requiring many twenty pound bags of ice and some sort of large contraption to hold it all (if only they made mega-sized ice chests).

i hate not sleeping. it sucks. you'd think having been an insomniac for twelve years one would grow used to it, but you don't; you never do. this whole not breathing good thing only makes it fucking worse.

is it just me, or is Trent Reznor the coolest musician around? he's not the most handsome devil, but i can kind of understand why so many women wanna jump his bones...wait...that sounded kinda gay...fuck it, everything I say sounds kinda gay...lmfao! that's probably because i spent a whole year pretending to be gay in high school...it only works if you're a big guy (or don't mind getting the shit kicked out of you regularly), but i swear i never got so much action in my life...in one year i got more action than the rest of my life combined...funny how it works, that....funny how you remember weird shit like that for no reason (I remember telling my father my super secret plan of pretending to be gay to get action - him choking on his soup and asking if that was a smart idea - then the look on his face when i told him how well it was working and he suggesting we go to the store so he could buy me condoms so he didn't have any more grandchildren)...ahhh...the memories of those who never accepted the word "normal" as anything but a rough suggestion...

Thanks for sparing me...and all those bands rock

you should get her number since you are both in the same class and you might need to call eachother for homework.. yeah, homework. Sounds cheesy but I gave up the digits on Wed to a boy I had Summer school with because we are in the same Fall class.

Ah, good nap buddy. Way to work those snoring lungs!

I'd still be asleep if my fucking upstairs neighbor (who I still haven't met) didn't start walking around in circles in her fucking boots. Jesus, that pissed me off. Fifteen minutes just clomping back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. I ended up turning on the stereo set to this tejano station (she's obviously someone who watches BET, if you catch my drift....afro-american) pretty damn loud, with the bass all the way up just so I knew it'd be heard.

But, alas, I was too awake to drift back off to sleep. Bitch.

Maybe I'll go get something to eat. I do, after all, have my truck back! I love my truck.

MOTHER FUCKING SON OF A COCK SUCKING BITCH WHORE DOUCHE BAG ASS MONKEY FUCKHEAD PIECE OF SHIT ASS CLOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, I'm pissed again! I'm pissed beyond words!

And this time, I am pissed at ONE FUCKING PERSON! ME.

I just spent almost twelve months writing a fucking book, half a joke, half as serious venture that HAS ALREADY BEEN WRITTEN! What kind of a mother fucking idiotic son of a cock gobbling whore AM I???? twelve months I've been working on this thing, on paper and in my head, and it's all for shit because I didn't bother to check if someone else wrote it already (it's an inevitable progression that it'd be written as a joke - yet i didn't think that I wouldn't be the first...).....

.....................................OK, ok, ok, so in all fairness, this book was published just after I first came up with the idea, but still, that's no fucking excuse....and now i've wasted all this time....i still think my version is way cooler and more serious and better, but it's the principal of the thing......................................



Christ almighty, more bad news....Dennis Hopper is going to be in the new George Romero movie....he's the absolute LAST actor I'd want to see in a Romero movie....this is horrible news; the death knell of a movie I was positive couldn't suck....

i'm going to lay in bed and cry myself to sleep...

[Edited on Aug 26, 2004 7:43PM]

How large are your properties? I'm debating renting my house to move into bigger space. And oh yeah, where are they?

oh no...too far from life

my leg itches. i need new body wash that doesnt make my leg itch. damn itchy legs. damn damn damn.

He hasn't responded to my postings from yesterday so we'll see if he leaves me alone now.

You're right, it's not healthy but I'm not mad. I just think this whole thing is retarded. I wish he would have just kept his mouth shut to begin with.

I'm a really nice guy but if someone fucks with me, that's it. All bets are off. I can be very caustic.

Fiberglass on a sweaty back is the worst!

My answer is E.

I'd shoot the bitch and then beat the other guy to death with a bat or some other blunt object.

Thanks. I can't decide if I should fuck with him or ignore him. Half the time I can't even understand what he's writing.

That show does rock. I never get to watch it anymore though.