so much shit to do and so little time...

i have come to that point where i'm just going to let it happen and not worry about it anymore. i can't handle the stress.

my brother told me i cuss too much on here.

fuck him.

wacky mac is playing tonight in ol' funkytown. a cd release at the horseman. i'll be there. of course, i get in free and usually get a free t-shirt and cd. i'm cool like that.

goddamn, this cd benefit idea is gonna be a disaster. let it go, scott. there's nothing you can do now.

fuck me.

speaking of mac... i need to write a movie review, i guess. i have become the brunt of jokes now. i guess i will have to do that to show those motherfuckers why they wanted me to write movie reviews in the first place. you cannot rush genius.

one hour later......

i had a good time at the wreck last night. i got a new mini disc recorder so i can record every show. i should put out a "Wreck Room Chronicles" live cd. that is a bad ass idea. write that down. i just did. yeah i know. whatever.

everybody get naked....

1..2..3....go.

this is really weird.

thirty minutes later......


okay, here is the assignment for the comments section today. i want to hear your top five most hated people in show business. in order....

the whole point of doing a top five list is that you have to put them in order. okay fine.

my mother just called. she told me to never release "Cuntry Girl". she said i am appealing to a "minutia of goony birds" with that song. she cracks me up.
a minutia of goony birds. that's great.

that is gonna be my next cd title.

wait a second... i just had an idea....


one hour later....

i'll tell you about it later.

gotta go...

up your nose with a rubber hose,

scott