Back from drug test, mostly impressed.

So I returned from Tacoma a few hours ago. The commute to the 'Charles River Medical Center' was long and a bit depressing. I got there early so I decided to go for a walk. I had been fasting and drinking massive amounts of water for 12 hours before the test, so by the time I arrived in Tacoma I had to piss and shit so bad that every steep forward brought excruciating pain. It was a growing experience. I got a free check-up out of the deal (minus the 'turn your head and cough' portion, which I was fine with). I now have to sit back and wait for a another call. 

I dug up all the radishes in my garden and planted new rows of green leaf lettuce. I am excited to be able to drink beer and smoke tonight because I don't have any more screening for a while. I miss the band.     

darby has the fleas and i'm depressed

Barely twenty, Rarely funny

Maybe it is because I am still a teenager and I still have "Teenage Angst". Maybe my biochemistry is fighting against what I know in my head to be true and I cannot help but to be full of rage until the 31st of December when I will become a real grownup and find true happiness and fulfillment.

And Maybe there is just something deep in my psyche I am unaware of, something that is causing all my angst, maybe I need counseling, maybe I need to be hypnotized and I will go back in time to that place in third grade that damaged me forever that I henceforth blocked off from my mind and never thought about until that day in psychotherapy when it becomes quite clear and I cope and move on and live happily ever after.

Maybe I am not getting enough fruits and vegetables-exercise? Good nights sleep??!?
Maybe summer is driving me crazy with my lack of being productive or active or any happy medium

Uh, there has got to be something. Something that makes it so all that brings me happiness is planning and musicals. And maybe someday we will find that out but I guess until then, you may find me in the dug-out. Rocking out with Hairspray and an EvergreenStateCollege class catalog (and accompanying notes).

are you there Blog? it's me, toaster

this morning I had a dreamthat the end of the world was here, it was mutants vs people and the mutants were winning. in this dream I was sleeping and I woke up and just outside my window Darby was fighting a Mutant Raccoon. the Mutant Raccoon was winning, he bit Darby's ear off and Darby mutated into a Mutant Kat. then they cuddled and I was calm.

when I woke up for real the Senator was sitting outside my window meowing/hissing at Darby who was sitting on the windowsill, looking pissed as hell. the Senator was locked out of Pittman's apartment and he was pissed as hell, too. I let the Senator in through Pittman's window and walked back home across the 'Breezeway,' as King Rex referred to it once. What does all of this mean...?

Big ups to my homes Scoot! who's gonna take care of the Hell Kat while I find a recipe for gumbo down south.

sorry I broke your heart. i'm only 17.

Calling can be a confusing thing, the order of who was supposed to call who, when and where. I hope that everything can be looked over because I wouldn't want to lose the wonderful things that we have in store for the future of the blog, the future of the band, and the future of our marital/social/finical lives together. This whole project has been a god-send for me and losing it is the last thing I want. I am sorry for not posting for a while. Today brings in a massive leafleting of applications and resumes. I plan to work for two days at a Lake Fair Booth and then squander the earnings on promotional items for the blog. 

lyrics:

I'm like a blue collar working single father in the 1980's

I'll provide, but you'll never know what for

let's stick together and show

that sticking won't bring us close

Here, let me build you a house with a free fuck

Later on, when trade schools feel worthless 

We will still have a working formula for passion

  

typo

The title is "My Heart Burns" but the other one would be a good name too.

my heat burns-my first single

I'm not trying to be critical and im mostly talking about and myself. But sometimes we all forget really important plans or forget who was supposed to call who. If we are unable to have band practice, we can utilize this network that's filled with 4 talented people to share what we got. This would be a good way to collaborate on songs or just be inspiring to one another. Since Scoot and I got signed to Plan-It-X records, I have started taking my music very seriously. My songs will manifest in the spirit of punk as fuck. This is the beginning...

My passion is a fever burning inside me.
It is a ball of fire that illuminates my heart.
My heart is muscle throbbing for freedom. Why can't we meet freedom.

You all can add on to it. like I said, it would be cool if we all collaborated.

ST

have you ever been to a restaurant where people dance?

i think im gonna love you for a long long time

after consecutive nights of mindless reminiscing, it has come to my attention that, contrary to popular belief, living in the past is in fact a beautiful wonderful thing. it is clearly something to dwell in, y'all. hindsight is here and very oh eight.

when i look back at the horrid past, it is not so bad but in fact, cute, funny, ironic, and nice. the messes and fights were smallish, more importantly, fun to talk about now. the evil people i so despised were simply, characters, ones with a charming vendetta at that! bugging out then, comical now!

i will now replay the preceding event of every living moment in my head and smile at everything in the past so tame and quirky, forever in the now and into the future

Blog Dreams Are Made of These

I had the best idea for a blog last night, but I fell asleep too quickly. It had to do with Little Guy and the revolution.

I have a good question though -- do you guys think online means of communication (i.e. Facebook) is a healthy and responsible way of letting out anger? Or is it just as passive aggressive as everything else in real life? I just can't figure it out!

And magoo, I wouldn't worry about your nose ring. I inhaled a straight pin in Girl Scouts (Brownies); I never found it but I think I'm okay. I Mean It hasn't poked out of my stomach or anything freaky like that.

Oh and scooter, when you get too cooped (co-ooped? co-opted?) up living with someone in close quarters, I think the best way to deal with it is to adopt a kitten to let out your aggression on. I actually know one that would be perfect for your Situation.

Last and not least: Sweet Tooth -- where's the Blog babe?

thoughts on jacknthebox and postbacon anger

I'm gonna wash that Csank right outta my hair, I'm gonna wash that Csank right outta my hair
I'm gonna wash that Csank right outta my hair and seeeend him on his waaaaay