holy shit....

my fucking head hurts like hell. my head hurts like hell. that's alliteration. head hurts like hell.

dude, sometimes i can't not be poetic.

head hurts like hell. there's a fucking song in there somewhere. oh well, i ain't got time to fuck with that right now.

i just got back from some more community service. i've only got 52 hours left. i do my service at this place called southside preservation. it's an old church that has been renovated and hosts weddings and receptions and shit. we were setting up for a wedding today and the bride to be comes in.......
holy shit... what a bitch.. so typical. every bride has to have everything perfect because it's HER day. HER day. let's forget about the groom who could give a shit if the place settings are not exactly perpendicular or if the the tablecloth is one millimeter offcenter. i guarantee you, if all grooms got to see how their future brides handled the wedding preparations....there would a lot fewer fucking weddings. true dat.

anyway, last night was a total whip. i knew it was gonna be. i wanna thank all of you for not showing up. it was so thoughtful of you. somehow i managed to plow through all my songs one more time with a smile on my face. they paid me very well and it made it all worthwhile.

ferrell is busy taking down the christmas tree. i'm just sitting here typing while she's working like a madman. i would help her but i would just fuck up her momentum. what is up with christmas trees, anyway? who fucking thought of that bullshit? is it really necessary to have a tree indoors decorated with all kinds of ridiculous bullshit ornaments? my mother always gives me and my brother a new christmas ornament every year in our stockings. i don't know where she got the idea that we want them. oh well, if it makes her feel good, i'll act like i enjoy getting them. don't tell her, but i don't have any of the them. they usually get lost the very next day.

goddamn my head hurts. i think it was that goddamn champagne. i miss those days when i could drink all i wanted and get up the next day feeling like a champ. i remember one time in college my friend, earl wheeler, and i had a drinking contest. the contest required each participant to drink at least twelve beers a day. the winner was the guy who could last the longest. of course, i won with an impressive 27 days in a row. there is no way in haites i could do that now. i'd be lucky to make it five days. three days with mcclure damn near killed me.

i've been on a wine kick lately. i've never been a wine drinker, but i'm trying to acquire a fondness for it. the drunk is definitely different. more mellow and smooth. the hangovers hurt a little more though.

well, i'm just rambling now so i better log off. i'm sick of this shit.


"Some people never go crazy. What truly miserable lives they must lead" -- Charles Bukowski

stay hard,


scott