2006 has been quite an unpredictable year so far. People are being born and adopted while others are sick and dying. People are getting together and others are splitting apart. Close family and friends are quitting jobs and moving 1000s of miles away. I almost cannot believe the shake-up that 2006 is bringing into my world. I swear all I want it some consistency that is not of the agonizing monotonous kind. Where’s the girl who will read and watch TV with me all day on a drizzly Sunday morning. Where’s the friend who can just be and yet feel completely “home” with. I don’t know… but stresses filled days followed by single malt scotch nights are getting old. I want major change and someone to settle down and find a new normal with. Is that too much to ask?!

I saw 'Thank You For Smoking' tonight. Probably the best written comedy of the year and a great lampoon of the whole tobacco debate. I reccomend it highly.

so this weekend looks to be free from stress-- I can usually foreshadow shitty weekends. Plans: eat a lot of fish, write some of my screenplay, beer of course, and generally NOT drive anywhere(fuckin gas prices).

Leave me alone "House" is fuckin' on... shhhhhh.

The ultimate Godfather stuffed animal I wish I'd thought of this-- I'd be a thousandaire!!!




Nothing says, "I'm leaving you! Cheater!" like a good ol' fashioned severed horse head. She wakes up hours after you've slipped out, only to find a plush equine head doll with fake blood fringe and everything. Quite a message to send.

"Take it to the mattresses!!!!!!!!"

Fear mongers ruined all our fun!!!!!!!!!!

Primus lied when they said, “Stood in line and waited near an hour and fifteen.” I was at the D.M.V. today and I waited in some form of a line for 2 and a half hours! Then I renewed my 7 months expired license in about five minutes. Plus the lady at window #17 told me that I could have done this by mail if only they had my address… rubbing it in… fucker!!! I was never happier that I sit all day at work-- well half day by then.

Also got a call from the insurance company of the lady who backed into me the day-before-thanksgiving. They said that they would be taking care of all my repairs. I was so relieved that there wasn’t some fucked-up battle over who’s fault the accident was, because I was, so, not at fault, but not having a valid license at the time was giving me a little ulcer. The shit we go through to drive, and especially in Cali where you have to drive to do anything. Ah, fuck it.

I just think that it’s not worth all the hassle sometimes, but I do like bumppin’ the sick beats while rollin’… I mean I just roll down the window and I’m broadcasting my shit to anyone in earshot like my own private radio show. Today the little high school kids at Del Taco got to hear some James Lavelle Global Underground in Romania—now how are they gonna hear the good shit without me blazing it from my truck’s system? In a way I do a service to society, unless you cut me off on the 405-- and fuck you! you redneck! yeah you the one who showed me your gun 2 years ago while driving like a fucking maniac all over my ass. Like I was saying, the service I provide is worth a little inconvenience now and then I guess.

For three strange days
I had no obligations
My mind was a blur
I did not know what to do
I think I lost myself
When I lost my motivation...

school of fuckin fish!!