I would love to have those bunnies attack me!

1. I woke up today without an alarm clock.
2. When we were camping last weekend I caught a snake. It made me wonder if I could be a snake handler for a living.
3. Through a number of different channels I've come into a small bit of money. I've been thinking of what to do with it. I've decided - BUNNYSTOCK, then bills.

yay, ducats!

yay snake catching, too. I caught a snake with my bare hands when I was 9 and wanted to keep it. I brought it into the house and it made my mom faint!

I was walking through the jungle with my dick in my hands:

1. I look up in a tree, and what do I see? I see a nude motherfucker trying to pee on me.
2. I picked up a rock, and threw it at his cock; you shoulda seen him do the bunny hop.
3. He ran and he ran and he ran so fast, but when I caught up with him, I kicked his ass.

Yay youngergirl at Bunnystock!

(try the left control key if you're looking for capslock - worked for me once)

1. It
2. Finally
3. Happened

1) date date date! which has led to fomentation of second date date date!
2) but as yet no intervening phone call!
3) truly, i am oscillating wildly!

1. Thanks to the inconsiderateness of the RMT, the tube is now running again and I have to go into the office tomorrow AND FRIDAY!! I haven't been into the office on a Friday in the longest time. How will I manage with only a two-day weekend?

2. I've had a chesty cough for a month now. I think it's almost at an end, but damn, my chest hurts through straining to bring up the crap on my chest.

3. WTF Hugh Janus?

Oh, essexjan, that's just something all the kids in my fifth grade class learned from older brothers and other ne'er-do-wells; we used to chant it on the walk home from school when there weren't any tender adult ears to hear.

1. Tired from a night of exhausting dreams, like running around trying to source food for this Harvest Supper event we're doing - that chaos feeling, juggling baskets of tomatoes and spreasheets and stuff, and at one point a long dream about having an affair with this friend of mine, who's married, and feeling guilty about that in the dream...oddly, I have never had any interest in this person, am friends with both him and his wife, and would never do such a thing. From the fact that in the dream I was torturing myself with the wrongness of my acts, I must be feeling illicit about something, but damned if I know what.
2. Cramps
3. Big pile o'work

1. It's sad that getting dressed and coming into the office makes me feel extremely accomplished. But it does.
2. I hate Verizon, I really do.
3. Must go to library, and buy stamps.

1. I drink about a liter of spirits every day, and take lots of pills (uppers, mostly). I also drink a normal amount of beer. I don't have a problem with nerves. The rest of the band does the same. We're locally famous and the kids love our live show. We record in a drug-and-alcohol-free studio (it's cheap) and our live recordings sound much better than our studio albums.

Talk about nerves? I get the shakes when I'm off the sauce for a few hours. Try recording a song with a bad case of the DTs. And no smoking in the studio as there's a state law.

2. I don't pay much attention to what I'm wearing onstage. Though I usually make sure to slip out of the Armani and into something that won't be ruined by sweat and soil.

I do make sure, if I've warmed up for the show in my usual fashion (getting head from a willing sweetheart) to wear her panties onstage. Wet silk gives me a half-on that feels good up there in front of the crowd. It also gives me a "profile of arousal" that can be clearly seen even a few rows back.

And when the front-row sweeties party with me after the show and see that I'm wearing some girl's undies, they'll be climbing all over each other to be the next show's lucky warm-up.

3. Yeah, I came close to burning out in Detroit.

We were in town for a three-show weekend. It seemed our bassist was dogged out with the flu or the clap or something. So he wasn't up for much after the first show, when our manager came in with five or six of the girls from the front row -- all tight shirts and wet panties -- you know the type.

The drummer and I had been popping pills since we got off the bus, so we were ready to kick up some dust. Joints were passed, beer was drunk, the girls started getting ticklish and doing a little lap dance, when our manager tossed out his empty and said "that was our last cold one."

So we left him with our bassist, piled in our car, and told our driver to stop at a package store. We sent one of the hot-pants in for a bottle of vodka, which we cracked in the car on the way to dinner.

The girls were crazy at dinner. Food fights across the table, head underneath it. One of them had some blow with her; we huffed that, went back to the hotel, and partied all night.

Come the third night of this sort of debauchery, I was fried. There I was, onstage drinking beer and popping 'ludes to keep my lid on, our drummer was speeding, and I mean speeding, and our bassist, man, someone was hooking him up with a skin full of china for the previous few weeks -- turned out it was our manager -- and what we thought was clap was a major dope nod. It was the best show we ever played.

Man, that was an insane time. How did I keep from burning out? It was easy: I knew that I'd rest when it was over, and at the next week's show, there'd be plenty of booze, drugs, girls, and rock'n'roll to start in on all over again.

I actually want to do another 3:

1. Divorcing couples should be barred from all social networking sites, to protect them from acting vengeful.
2. I can't believe I'm leaving NYC for my cruise in 9 days (cruise departs in 11). AHHHHHHHH!
3. This project is going to KILL ME. Trying to take it one step at a time... but really hoping the whole thing will go up in flames as quickly as possible so I don't have to deal with it anymore.

1. Today's my first day back at work after being off since Aug. 24. *sigh*

2. But it's a slow day, and nice out, so I'm going to walk out and get a sub from my favorite little grocery store a few blocks away.

3. The recurring ear infection in my right ear seems to be back- my ear is ringing like crazy, and it's incredibly distracting and makes me feel off-kilter.

PS- another YAY for youngergirl coming to Bunnystock!

1. I just heard about Bunnystock II. How the hell did I miss that? Woo! Bunnystock! :)
2. Then I checked flights. I can't afford it. :(
3. Now recovering from the emotional rollercoaster. Damndamndamn.

1. Today was the girl's first day of kindergarten!! Holy crap was it hard to put her on that bus. I held my composure, but her father (who took the day off for the occasion) has been a weepy wreck all day.

2. No sooner had the bus doors closed than Mr. Baby decided to puke his guts out and spike a fever. It's likely the same horrible nasty bug his sister had last week. This is bad.

3. I was born without whatever gene it is that makes women natural nurturers, so this perfect storm of neediness (sick baby, nervous daughter, emotional spouse) is exhausting me. (I'm not resentful or anything, just tired.)

1) Started PT for my herniated discs/nerve pain
2) The Woman is completely nonsupporting, dismissive and self centered regarding this issue. Beyond frustrating, disappointing, etc.
3) I bought a 360 as a happiness stopgap to keep me from going over the edge, it is a great platform. Unfortunately this also backfired and is just another point of resentment with The Woman even though she will play Viva Pinata four hours at a time. Zzz...

1.) Grandbun still in Illinois. Waah. (Me, not him.)

2.) just got out of planning meeting for our Songwriter's Network. It went well, and I was listened to. Nice, that.

3.) I'll be playing keyboard tonight. Sober.

1. I have a new fake tooth! It still looks like what it is (fake), but a vast improvement over what I had (uber fake).

2. I just spent $700 dollars I couldn't afford on a fake tooth! Fake teeth are expensive these days, man.

3. In a couple years I'll have to spend $5,000 on a newer fake tooth! If I don't do the implant option soon, I'll lose the bone mass needed for it and will be stuck with the new fake tooth I have now. Which looks fake.

I hear you, Specklet. I'm about to spend $2000 on two new caps. I keep putting it off.

1. I was born WITH the gene that Jrossi4r speaks of and it's just as exhausting having it as being without it, believe me!
2. BUT I'm starting to put myself first, (and that's turning out to be just as exhausting!)
3. I don't think I'm cut out for this, I need a break!

s_r, I just keep telling myself I'm lucky to live someplace where I can actually have a fake tooth made...

And chuckdarwin, what, exactly, happened?

1. I'm just recovering from a stomach bug

2. Planning a destination wedding is harder than i realized

3. I miss y'all!!

1. New second level manager at work is driving us nuts with long meetings and pointless team building exercises.

2. Finally got a washer and drier in the new house.

3. I still don't have much luck with Facebook. I have exactly two friends on it, my contemporaries must all be too old for this internets thing.

1. New school year, lots of new students, big classes (30+), exhausted, but good.

2. Recovering from SEVEN mosquito bites while sleeping night before last. Barely slept an hour. Burnt a citronella candle last night in the bedroom, in the middle of the bed and on my head, so desperate. Apparently, mosquitos like people who drink a lot of beer or have high cholesterol. Considering who I sleep next to, I shudder to think what my cholesterol level is. (He doesn't get a bite.)

3. Considering going to Bunnystock... (Just got a new charge card :)

The lower left quadrant of my jaw has been hurting on and off.

Some pieces I sent in over two years ago will not be published because of a decision I made.

Work starts on my place the 24th and I don't want to hear a snickered "le chinga" (chingar is Mexican Spanish for "to fuck")while it's going on--although this is the least of my worries; Ask a Mexican would probably skewer me if I brought it up.