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all your laptap are belong to garbage can.

what can i say about this week that is much different than the last? still broke, still lonesome. thinking about forming a country band just as soon as i loose muh dawg and muh pickup truck, yee-haw.

tewk er jyab.

you sure have a pretty mouth..

oh yeah.. i had one of those crazy dreams (well, i've been having nothing but crazy dreams, mostly grotesque hitchcockian meets requiem for a dream style nightmare type thingers) where i was talking to someone, probably a girl, while one of my molar fillings was breaking apart.. kinda like drywall flaking apart.. i was probably trying to win the affections of some young bartendress in the dream, but i forget whom. anyway, i could distinctly recall the taste of dust, and the shock of biting down on metal, and the distainful aroma of halitosis..

guess i ought to go get my teeth cleaned? is that what my subconscious is telling me.

also, i had a vivid dream where i hooked up with, er, someone whom i've been wanting to hook up with, but before i could i had to chase mom away. and as anyone in my family knows, sometimes it is hard to get mom to stop talking.

also, i had a dream that i was working at the grog and an ex-bf of an ex-gf of mine came into the bar with turbonegro and we had to go to detroit to score speed. *shrug* i fucking hate speed. turbonegro is number one, tho.

we had our first official neighborhood cookout of the season (not counting the two or three smaller practice runs on my back porch) last sunday. forgot to take pictures to share with caitlin. then went to see the "eagles of death metal" at the grog, where cleveland's own drew carrey showed up. and the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that.. but i did get to shake his hand, and he seemed friendly which is what i'd expect from a self-effacing cleveland stand up comic.

ta.

hee

somehow, i have ended up on some sort of furrie lj user banlist. this amuses me to no end, and, in fact, kinda makes my day.

regardless, let me be clear: unless what you do sexually involves non-consentuality or exploitation of children, i could really give a shit less what you do.

anyhoo, i now have a new passtime, which is reading the hateful screeds of fellow anti-furrie bigots such as myself.

ennui

combien le bleu sont-ils mes oignons de pantalon ? comment videz les poches sont ?

( even i know enough french.. )