So tired. Always very tired. Need sleep now........

Greetings from the waiting room at OrthoIndy. Various people with various injuries seem to be enthralled with the current episode of Montel, where they are discussing different ways you can get infections. I'm not sure it's such a great idea to play a program centered on germs in a hospital, but then again, I don't think the ladies at the desk even know what's playing on TV. But I digress. I'm here for my bi-weekly check-up, which I'm coming to suspect is not-so-much for my benefit, but more so to shut me up and keep me from complaining. FSM forbid I should bring up problems or concerns to my fuckin doctor! Sometimes I have serious doubts about his competence. No that's not right. I just get the impression he's not as invested as I'd like. I suppose it could be difficult, seeing as he sees a myriad of patients, but just a liitle more concern is all I'm asking. (Christ on a cupcake, Dr. Phill just came on, I hope they call my name soon!!!) The infection in my bone was found because the doc just wanted to placate me. He didn't think anything was wrong, assuming I was worried about nothing. Scheduled me for an MRI, just to "make me feel better." And low and behold, something WAS fucked up. At least we're handling the problem, now.(HA! Dr. Phil's Life Law #4 - You can't change what you don't acknowledge. That's fuckin hysterical, the sheer coincidence of it)

Been working on getting some shows set up. I swear, since I haven't been able to drink and smoke, I have become a lot more focused. I've also been dealing with some personal problems head on, which is good, better than I had been doing previous. Still gotta a lot of work to do, but I'm making progress, and that's an improvement over the stagnation that had been occurring. We have a show set up in Cincinnati in June plus we're trying to get one set up here in Indy next month. Short notice, but hometown advantage can never be underestimated. (Are your kids on Salvia? Watch tomorrow to find out!) I would always rather do a show in Naptown, but also, gotta grow the band (so to speak), expand into new territory and all that. And I always like to show other cities that we fuckin rock.Cuz we do. It's that simple. Been writing some new music recently. It's not my greatest, b ut this is more about getting back into the swing of things. Been in too much of rut lately. But I'm getting out.

Women problems. I seem to always have them, regardless. I am not above having a relationship that is nothing more than sex. I won't say I do it often, but I yes, I've done it before and I'll do it again. I'm very upfront to the chick, and I let them know that I'm not interested in the extended relationship. I tell them I am not boyfriend material and that I generally don't love. They say they understand. Most are lying. They become attached. I don't. It's happening now. I feel bad for her, because it seems to just be raining shit on her right now and she turned to me for comfort. I am not opposed to giving comfort, and I don't necessarily mean sexual, but she wants me to be something I never will be: in love with her. And I told her flat out that that's the way it is. Strange thing is, I don't feel as guilty as I thought I would. That worries me a little. That I may be losing my humanity, ever so slightly. I suppose time shall tell.

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Also, thank you to whoever bought me 3 months. U rock in ways I can't put into words.

So, long time no see. Wish I could say all is well, but alas this is not the case. Two years ago, I had my foot crushed by a forklift, requiring the amputation of all of my left toes. Good times. Not to mention I've had what seem like endless complications after the surgery. Just had surgery for the 9th time 2 weeks ago. I really wish this shit would get better. Not to mention my "love life" is as complicated as ever. I love a woman of questionable nature, probably because I have the same questionable nature. She hooked up with one of my friends, and if I try and start anything with her, I know it'll be weird around my friend. I just can't help how I feel about this crazy bitch. But hell, I don't even think she feels the same way that I do, which sadly is nothing new to me.

Miss me?

I know I haven't updated in a while, but I have been the proverbial one-legged man in the ass kicking contest. Four days out of the week, I work for 12 hours, and the other 3 days have to be spent promoting the album.

I'm fuckin tired. I'm down to 4 hours of sleep a night. Two months ago, I was sleeping 10 hours. I guess it's true what they say, "No Rest For The Wicked."

I'm writing my thanx for the album's liner notes. If you would like to be thanked in any particular fashion, lemme know.

Xplicit Myspace, you probably won't like it. And for that, you suck.

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Gas prices keep going up. As gas prices go up, people can afford to drive less and less. Ergo, people spend more time at home. They spend more time at home, they watch more TV. They watch more TV, they see more brainwashing advertisment and buy more shit that they don't need, which leaves them with less money which makes them drive even less, which makes them spend even more time at home, which, in turn, makes them watch even more TV, and, consequently, more advertisements.

It never ends...

But this does.

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You ever had one of those days you're absolutely sure, if there is a god of some sort, it doesn't like you?

Yea, that's today.

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Some chick told me yesterday that she once fulfilled a dude's diaper fetish. She put it on and walked around and all that shit. I tried not to laugh, but it was hard. She said would't pee in it, though. Good. At least she has some limits.

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I had this chick from Serbia draw up a promo pic for my rap group. Check it out.



Now that's totally fuckin tits right there.

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