Hey! Happy birthday!

happy fuckin' tryptophan day

wish you were here, so I could throw a football at your head

Why do you not have any pictures of yourself posted? Just wondering. I'm sitting at my computer trying to send pictures to my account but my camera phone is not cooperating.

I think I heard you on the radio requesting a song a few days ago. On 93.3 I heard someone talking about a pet rat, (did you get another one?) then they played "Lithium" by Nirvana.

I really like this "yo mammy" theme you seem to have been maintaining lately.

Like, a lot.

Leyner, peace be upon him, must have gone back to copy writing, when he's not writing books about men's nipples.

For a guy so talented and influential, one might suppose he'd be more polific and famous.

Indeed! Leyner is a font of lyric goodness and I do my best to be his evangalist. I've got a Team Leyner ball cap, stickers for my laptop, and even Team Leyner pj's!

No, but I do have all of the necessary ingredients for a Tequila Sunrise. Those chill me out.

My parents have a Crown Vic. It's amusing getting behind people with it.

How did I do what? And I don't know how you recognized me.

Isn't the power of enchantment fun??

I always like it at first...you know, 'that' feeling (C'mon, we ALL do it...), and then you get free drinks, and then maybe a fight or two...It's GREAT! The only problem is DIS-enchanting them...I mean, Sure, I can disenchant thier whole fucking existance in under a minute, but really, How do you get rid of them, and even more important? How do you get rid of the people they never told you they were married to either?

And then that leads to even MORE females with thier female polarities go friggin nuts on my head and want to murder me, then I gotta do something, then they gotta do something...it is all quite tiring in the end just to get some in the end...

But Hey!! When you are a strapping young lad?

Its ALLLLLLLLLLLL good...right? (I take it you were easy on them and made sure that they really didnt have to talk much... )

Still workin on the 'Spilling of The Beans' (Man, I don't know how to do THAT!)

Il nominos, yog-sothoth, and thy wilt, and all that...

Seducing goatfarm women?!?

That's sweet as hell. I'll send you all my sexiest sex appeal vibes.

My spare ones, anyway. I'll need to keep a few for myself; I'm sure you understand. But any and all in excess of the necessary minimum shall be sent to you, in the hopes of assisting your wooing of this goat-milking vixen.

No...no...lol.

I HAVE seen it, I love it, although I was referring to the part that was based on Paganini, the infamous Violinist who was known to have a violin, and talent to go with, that was given to him in a pact, something that they admitted was the basis for 'that' story in The Red Violin....

And Yeah, Paganini is a true tale...Google it, and seeing The Red Violin will take on a whole new meaning...(Seriously, Paganini is THEE guy who the whole 'Devil Vs. Violinist' story....Plus? He is a fantastic Violinist, and he was, chastisized and accused of being in covenance with the Devil...Just like good ol Grandier and Loudon.)

I am quite positive it is now familiar to you...(C'mon, we ALL know THAT tale.)

Interesting discussion goin on, thinking of 'Spillin the Beans'....(Now that it is back to Private, But still...Man, I don't think Ill name any names to protect myself, )

Oh! and I was just bein cheeky bout that Kitchen stuff....I actually know more than I thought I would ever know bout Kitchens cause my roomate is a chef..(well, line cook, whatever...) I know there are still some fine people in the food industry.

HaHa...THATS where you are mistaken, my fine feathered Fiend!

My mama is dead, so I would say that YOU were complainin about the alleged 'Squishiness' you speak of...

Hope she made yer...um....'thing'?

When I was a lad, I was often scolded by my father for being cold, cruel and distant.

As the years progressed, I tempered these traits into a pointed attitude which amounted to a general contempt for life itself. Strangely enough, this didn't really put much of a crimp on my social life. The dregs of humanity seemed to flock to me. However, it must be said: junkies will give you fleas and, of course, there is no honor among thieves.

As I have grown older, I have mellowed quite a bit. I had to. I learned the hard way that hating is physically and mentally bad for me. I now practice a form of "professional detachement" from people. I don't talk much and I seldom smile. Except when I'm really high or intoxicated. Balance and a grudging nod toward moderation is the key.

thanks!

Oooooh, Tom Waits! Was that what made your weekend slightly incredible?

Tom Waits has two songs on the soundtrack of "Big Bad Love." One is "Long Way Home," which Norah Jones previously sung (Tom Waits wrote it for her).

Speaking of dreams, though, I had a dream last night that had Keifer Sutherland in it. He was really weird and creepy. He told me he was really into Jesus and then started inspecting my eyelashes. He asked if he could take some of them. I had to consent because he was Keifer Sutherland.