you know... updating this journal is getting to be a chore. i don't have anything that interesting to tell you, but i do love all of your virtual company. each day i rush home from a grueling days work, grab a beer from the fridgidaire, and log on to hear about everyones exciting lives that aren't mine.
this is all before i even take off my boots.
you guys rule.
more questions...
1. if you could speak to a historical figure, who would it be?
2. if you could redesign the human body in some way, what would you do?
3. (special instructions for this one... )
ask and answer your own question...or ask me one...
yeah.
this is all before i even take off my boots.
you guys rule.
more questions...
1. if you could speak to a historical figure, who would it be?
2. if you could redesign the human body in some way, what would you do?
3. (special instructions for this one... )
ask and answer your own question...or ask me one...
yeah.
so i'm sitting here absorbing dave grohl's probot and it reminds me of the heavy blue-collar white trash i grew up listening to in cleveland in the 80s. that was some serious shit-- a town where the fuckin' river caught fire and black clouds from the steel mills hung like fog on the horizon. intense. this album fits that feeling perfectly. i dig it.
so your questions: 1) i think i'd want to talk to sun tzu or genghis khan or the buddha. somebody from one of the ancient cultures. 2) the body is pretty fuckin cool, but if we had limbs that could grow again if we lost em, that would be pretty cool. then we could do fucked up shit and never worry about getting too hurt. 3) my question: when are we gonna get a beer?