Hey people,
I have "The Sickness" by Disturbed blasting my eardrums on my MP3 player right now, so can't hear my own thoughts right now. It's OK, I love this damn song anyway. Rambling, unconnected, strange and weird thoughts follow.
Well, I have been looking for the last few days to see what's being offered in the realm of a nice '62 T-Bird or maybe a '63. Found one not too far from my house for $6500 that keeps popping up in my mind. I really want to wait until early next year after I get some credit card debt payed off, but....I dunno. It's off white, but I'm gonna have to paint it black and title it The Beast. Damn things look like a bat when they're black. Bitchin'!
Now The Velvet Underground's first LP is playing (the one with the banana on the cover). Kinda soft, but still nice.
In a day or so, my new pin-up will be on Shredgirls.com so go check it out. I put a lot of detail and it's pretty waxy, just wish my scanner picked up more of the detail. Oh well. Shit, not much else is goin' on right now. Hmm. Need to go do somethin'. Scaring the Gideons at the college by wearing my Satan Inside T-Shirt wasn't enough for me today.
Yesterday, I had a kid from the college newspaper walk into my office to interview me regarding a friend of mine who goes to the college. He accidentally shot his face off with a shot gun several years ago (he was either drunk or stoned; can't remember) so he walks around with a dog or a walking stick and has had a ton of corrective sugery on his face. People are scared of him at first, but he is the most fuckin' mellow, laid back person I know and a hell of a lot of fun to be around. So anyway, this kid want to interview me and see what my thoughts are of my friend. The kid kept playing up the angle that he's "special." WHAT? He's not special. He's just a guy, what the fuck? I told the kid that too! My faceless friend agreed too and we had a good laugh. People, I tell ya.
Ok, see ya down the road.
I have "The Sickness" by Disturbed blasting my eardrums on my MP3 player right now, so can't hear my own thoughts right now. It's OK, I love this damn song anyway. Rambling, unconnected, strange and weird thoughts follow.
Well, I have been looking for the last few days to see what's being offered in the realm of a nice '62 T-Bird or maybe a '63. Found one not too far from my house for $6500 that keeps popping up in my mind. I really want to wait until early next year after I get some credit card debt payed off, but....I dunno. It's off white, but I'm gonna have to paint it black and title it The Beast. Damn things look like a bat when they're black. Bitchin'!
Now The Velvet Underground's first LP is playing (the one with the banana on the cover). Kinda soft, but still nice.
In a day or so, my new pin-up will be on Shredgirls.com so go check it out. I put a lot of detail and it's pretty waxy, just wish my scanner picked up more of the detail. Oh well. Shit, not much else is goin' on right now. Hmm. Need to go do somethin'. Scaring the Gideons at the college by wearing my Satan Inside T-Shirt wasn't enough for me today.
Yesterday, I had a kid from the college newspaper walk into my office to interview me regarding a friend of mine who goes to the college. He accidentally shot his face off with a shot gun several years ago (he was either drunk or stoned; can't remember) so he walks around with a dog or a walking stick and has had a ton of corrective sugery on his face. People are scared of him at first, but he is the most fuckin' mellow, laid back person I know and a hell of a lot of fun to be around. So anyway, this kid want to interview me and see what my thoughts are of my friend. The kid kept playing up the angle that he's "special." WHAT? He's not special. He's just a guy, what the fuck? I told the kid that too! My faceless friend agreed too and we had a good laugh. People, I tell ya.
Ok, see ya down the road.
danaide:
I 'm listening to The Postal Service. Music makes life so much better. Good luck with the car decision.