benni

don't know where to start tonight... not sure where the beginning is, or i'd start there... but i'm also positive that there isn't quite an end. a dilly of a pickle...

i'm moody. moody as hell, and have been for at least the last week. i want to say im depressed, but that seems very unlike me... it could just be this naughty head cold... it's made me surly. and... well, incredibly aggravated. it's very hard to smile and shake your boobies for strange men when you're suppressing a sneezing fit...

hehe... you guys have never wanted me more.

i got away today... for the first time in a long time. now i have to go to work, which is kind of a slap in the face, but that's alright. i had my fun.

there's a college town in menomonie, wisconsin that's beautiful... the school is stout, i believe it's an art school, but i'm not sure... i went hiking in this wooded area with a stream that gives way to something called the devil's punchbowl. it's a geological formation where... well, it's like a huge sinkhole... probably a hundred feet deep, almost perfectly circular, and the rock rises straight up... and these natural springs make it drip all around you, down the rock... the moss is so green...

i was wishing for a camera, but i'm glad i didn't have one. you know how that is? it's almost as though... had i taken a picture of it... it would have been less beautiful...

i think i'm going to go trout fishing... fuck, no, i'm going to go to work. strike that. i think i'm gonna go shake my boobies.

i miss you guys... trying to find a little more time to communicate with yas... i've just been going CRAZY. everything piled up all at once and i missed a million deadlines... and the irs took a huge wet bit out of my ass. bastards. just doing their jobs, i guess...

love you... i'll truly be back for you all soon, i swear... ok... so... tell me a joke, and about your best sweater ever.