Went to a birthday keggar last weekend. Sweet little spread on the ohter side of the water. House was average. Yard was about a acre big with a pool, a trampaline and a giant fire pit. Plenty of space for setting up tents. In the morning we went out to the four acres of wooded property out back and machetted 80 yards of new trails for 4X4ing and simple walks thru the woods. Plenty of fun. Spent last couple months partying all over the puget sound. Been a blast.

Moving today. Finally getting my own place. And at 22, its about time. Spent so much time at my buddy's house and became such an integral part of the party that they asked me to just be a roommate when they found a new house. So. Here we are. Split level, 4 bedroom, 2 living room, bath and half. I decided to convert the bottom living room into a bedroom. More space, cable already wired in, and a fireplace. Four roommates means bills wont be so bad. And we'll have some good times together. We'll have some fucked up drama that we'll only bring down upon ourselves but thats a given. And hopefully the goodtimes will make it all worth it.
We christen the place with a party in about a weeks time or so depending on when we get settled.

Res Ispa Loquiter. Let the Good Times Roll.

Valis is playing tonight at the Sunset Tavern in Ballard. Hell Yeah.

I'm stoned and downloading a horde of Al Hirt. When I die I want a funeral procession and a dixie band. I dont care if I have to flyin a dixie band or maybe use college students. But a dixie band none the less. I want When the Saints go Marching Home and Battle Hymm of the Republic for sure. The rest is whatever they want to play I guess. Naw, somewhere theres a crazed composer who could Jazz up Larycrosa I'm sure. That would be fucked up shit. Or a dixie land Adagio for Strings? The mind recoils in horror.

I was Raoul Duke for a Halloween party and got a 32 dollar prize pot for best costume. It was fucking awesome. Then I promptly sent a bubbler crashing to the floor of the garage and knowing that it had been a gift to one of the people who lived there I freaked out, got pissed at myself and punched a hole in the wall. Damnit.
More parties tonight.

There is nothing in the world more helpless, irresponsible and depraved then a man in the depths of an ether binge.

Life got a little crazy for me and my friends. Lots of change, stress, and turmoil.
So me and my buddy hit the road to clear our minds and calm the spirit.
Tank of gas, 3 packs of cigarettes, half rack of beer, fat sack of weed, a bag of munchies and we were off. Hauling ass up highway 2 in his F-150 late at night with the windows rolled down and country music blaring on the radio. Turned off at money creek and went down an unpaved county road into the woods. Up near the top we found a clearing and parked the truck. Sat on the hood with the radio cranked up drinking beer, smoking weed, bullshittin' and watching the stars. Got far enough out that we could actually see the milky way. It was cool shit. Even got a little camp fire going.
Gave us a couple hours to not give a shit about what was going on in the mass of humanity below.
No bills, failed relationships, hard days at work, or any other kind of bullshit.
It was fun and long overdue.

I submitted a request to start a pyromaniacs group. Cause I'm just fixated like that. We'll see how it goes.

Hopefully I'll finally get cashed out at work for 4-5 weeks ago. Who knows when the money for the last two weeks I've worked will come around. I think I'm finally gonna break down and buy a cellphone. Too many people own them now to hold out. Its a major inconvienance. I'm torn however by the distaste I have for the notion of signing a contract for the damn thing and my stingy bone which says that prepaid minutes would be a waste of money. Why can't cellphones bill like house phones?

Life is getting crazy. I think the group of friends I've been hanging with have passed our golden age so to speak. I could feel it a couple weeks ago. That things were gonna change major and it wasn't gonna be a good thing. Its always crazy in that house hold but shit could boil into straight turmoil. It sucks. A love triangle is one thing but try and wrap your brain around the notion of a love Vortex.

I'd hoped that stress was something that I'd left in the past but the bastards' caught up with me.

Me and a buddy went and saw laser The Doors/Hendrix tonight. I thought the playlist was a bit weird. What kinda person plans out a The Doors laser show and doesn't end it with The End? Light My Fire was missing from the lineup too.
Still haven't been paid at work. Got a draw to stretch me out a bit but we wont get cashed out for all our hours until either tuesday and/or the 21rst. It way sucks.
Life is kinda stressed and I've been having strange dreams. The other night i dreamt the city I live in was getting firebombed. There were jury rigged firecars running around trying to put out fires and people sitting in lawn chairs throwing get togethers while they waited for the end to come. It looked incredibly detailed for a dream.
All very strange.

Work is uncertainy and scandal and all sorts of trouble.
The friend network is blowing over with drama.
Life is just a giant variety pack of different flavored bullshit right now.
Only bud and Welcome to Jamrock is keeping me going right now.

I came home and found I'd gotten a bunch of downloads finished.
I got:
Phantom of the Opera, Moonlight Sonata, Nocturne, Ode to Joy, and Asian Girl Bukkake Facial Cumshots.
That last one was a real disappointment. She wasn't even asian. I have been Decieved.

On a side note, i got so goofy high with friends that I'm typing on a screen that appears to tilt greatly to one side. I'm seeing shit sideways man. Maybe I shouldn't done that. It looks like an optical illusion. Everything. I'm goint to bed.