Everyone wants to hang out. Blablabla, why don't you answer your phone? Where have you BEEN the past whatever? Marcia's spilling her stuff to Dr. Phil and I couldn't be less interested, if it weren't for the fact that it's being watched by a fellow housemate and I'm unable to control the situation. I shall walk my dogs after I drink this coffee. I'll stop sleeping when I'm done. A bunch of people I know have a bunch of different parties, and it's almost as though I'm sick of getting drunk. (Almost) Indeed, the only thing that I'm really sick of is all this clear shit going 'round instead of my preferred red-brown warmth in a bottle, whiskey. I do like rum, but the other is just a tish better as far as taste and drunk goes. Don't need a chaser. Where have all the pot-heads gone? Yeaah, but alcoholics are a bit more phun, and run rampid in duluth. Weather's getting warm. I'm all toned and shit now, it's tight. Went camping 9 miles in the woods a couple daze ago. I was going to go farther and spend about 3 or 4 days in the woods, but I was foolish enough to think that a lone parka would be enough to keep me toasty instead of a sleeping bag. I headed out of dodge in the morning, took down the tent and all that, and was covered with bugs by the time I came back. There was this one crazy barbaric Braveheart scene on my trip where I was wading through calf-high swamps and fell face first. I guess it would have been annoying in any other circumstance, but the whole thing was leaving me feeling like a bad-ass for getting my girlie-pillows all grunged up on the journey. Ticks are being left on my equiptment outside, and I Deet'd the shit out of it, but all the same, there it sits.
Crazy, middle-of-the-night calls have left me in a bit of a quandry. Not sure if it's the same person each time, or different individuals, but if one comes to my house in the middle of the night, I won't wake up unless you ring the doorbell. Or better yet, try calling. Nah, strike that last comment. My phone has recently become more of a hassle than it's worth.
Oh yeah, I had my first show! I've really got to get to writing some new shiatt, but it didn't go half bad. I met a couple neat bands from around Ohio and somewhere. . . the one with the hot accordian player. Yeah, I've just been all drunk lately, and I'm off to find some greenage to even things out. Life is good.