what's up assholes,

sorry i haven't posted in a while, but i've been going through one of my bipolar depression periods. they usually last about a week or so. i don't really know what brings them on, but i do know that i usually don't like talking to anyone and i lock myself in my room for hours and hours watching movies when they happen. i think i'm starting to come out of it now........maybe not though.

a lot of people have asked me why my songs are either funny or sad and there's hardly any in betweeners. i don't really know if i have an answer other than the fact that i'm a manic depressive funny motherfucker. i hope that answer is sufficient.......

fucking phone....i hate phones......

that is one of the biggest problems with society today. it is way too fucking easy to get a hold of someone. i think i may answer the phone one out of every five calls. that is about all i can handle. here is an example of one of my phone conversations:

ME "Hello"

WHOEVER "hey scott, what are you doing?"

Me "Talking on the fucking phone"

WHOEVER "if this is a bad time, i can call you back later"

Me "okay, bye"

Turn ringer off.

it is one of my best friends birthdays today. Jerry Elmore is turning 29, i think. happy birthday jrock, if you ever read this. alright then.

i need to get my gig dates over to my webguy to put up for september and october. i haven't booked much of shit in september though......figures. it's almost embarrassing how few gigs i've got. oh well, at least i'm doing it by myself. i've never been very good at taking directions and orders.

well, i went hunting on monday. i actually shot a dove. it was the first thing i've ever shot besides coke cans. the place was out in huckabay near stephenville. there was about 40 or 50 guys out there. after about 15 beers, they asked me to get out my guitar and entertain them in this barn. it was raining like a motherfucker and there was fireants all over the place and this barn was infested with about 40,000 flies. i told them that this was the biggest crowd i've ever played for.......

after a while i was so drunk that i didn't realize that fireants were all over my leg up to the knee. i looked down and my leg was black from the knee down. it still is all fucked up and swollen. i was thinking that that might be the worst way to die ever. being tied up naked on the ground and being eaten alive by fireants.....
if i was ever going to torture someone, that is how i would do it. word.

my fucking back has been killing me and that has probably led to my depression. it's probably from hours and hours of sitting on barstools, i imagine. but what am i gonna do? not sit on barstools anymore.....fuck that.

doctors always just say, "you need to start exercising and eating right"... yeah, no shit. if i wanted to exercise and eat right, i wouldn't have come to you now would i?
just make it feel better and shut the fuck up about my eating. who wants to live until they're 90 if they can't eat greasy cheeseburgers whenever they want to.

well, i guess i'll let you guys go. sorry it wasn't such a great post, but i don't really care either. i'm just proud of myself for trying. way to go, scott. you're bad ass. don't let em get you down.

okay i won't.

don't call me, i'll call you,

scott