two fucking years of this nonsense...

it seems like only yesterday i sat down at this same ol' computer wondering what the fuck i was gonna say. and here i sit again. nothing has changed.

sorry i couldn't get on here yesterday for the real anniversary of my first blog but i was busy.

i was out exploring the mysteries of the ancient enigmas and i came to believe in the prophecies of a man only known by the name of frank. he had diamonds for eyeballs and they hung low in the sky like a testicle that i ate at a calf fry barbecue type function in a distant far off land only known by some guy that i can't think of right now because this fucking pop tart is good as a motherfucker.

dude..

those new lay's cheddar and sour cream potato chips are the fucking bomb. i wanna do a commercial for those fools.

and it would go....

"hi, i'm scott copeland and when i'm not doing drugs and hating women, i eat lay's cheddar and sour cream potato chips. they're gooder than a motherfucker."

there's the slogan.

Lay's......Gooder than a motherfucker.


top five best chips..
1. nacho cheese doritos
2. lay's cheddar and sour cream
3. cool ranch doritos
4. funyuns.
5. i don't know if i spelled funyuns right or not and i don't why i put a period behind it either.
6. frito's scoops. great for rotel dipping and shit.

here is what i did today...

7:00 woke up
7:10 drove ferrell to work and seth to school
8:00 got back home and found out that i had already seen the practice rerun.
8:01 went back to sleep
12:00 woke back up
12:02 masturbated
12:03 showered
12:15-2:00 pondered
2:01 drove to taco casa
2:15 arrived at taco casa and ordered a taco and chilada cut the olives with a large sweet tea. three cops ordered right behind me and i listened to what they ordered. they were fat. fatter than me. i remember thinking that i could outrun them.
2:20 ate my food.
2:30 drove to the wreck room to get the guitar stand i left there last night.
2:31-2:45 played galaga
3:00 picked seth up from school
3:20 arrived home
3:21-3:30 took divots out of the yard with my eight iron
3:30 left to go pick up ferrell from work
3:45 arrived at ferrell's work and sat in the parking lot and talked to my uncle robert on the phone. we talked about jamming with leon russell.
4:00 left with ferrell for home.
4:15 got home
4:16 took a nap
6:00 woke up
6:00-9:00 watched t.v.
9:00 ate two grilled cheese sandwiches
9:10-12:00 pondered again
12:00 started blogging
12:10 realized how fucking stupid this is.
12:11 thought about how much i hate myself
12:12 contemplated suicide
12:13 drank some grape soda
12:14 put a dip of copenhagen in
12:15 haven't decided yet
12:16 looked at the clock
12:17 finished the list of what i did today

okay there.

i don't know when it was, but somewhere along the way it became okay to admit that you beat off. i remember when i was kid, everybody acted like they didn't.

the moon is shining through my window in a ghostly white and i recall. i recall.

working on a song...

wanna hear it. here it goes.

juanita was a wild one
hair as black as a widow's dress
some say she was crazy
and other's say she was blessed

she was the youngest child of seven
no one paid her any mind
ran away in search of heaven
but hell is all that girl could find

she made it to california
on just her good looks and a thumb
reached the beaches of the ocean
just in time for the setting sun

sat back and watched the tide
just rollin' in
she knew deep inside
she's never going back again

i don't know what to do with juanita now.

i'm tired of turning them all into heroin addicts and killing them. i need a new plot. maybe she could be a waitress.

yeah..

she got a job waitin' tables
down at eddie's place
quit when she threw a cup of coffee
in a dirty trucker's face

i don't know about that...

i don't know about sharing my genius with all you dumbfucks.

is dumbfucks one word? dumb fucks. i like dumbfucks better.

maybe you guys can help me out. i do better when i know where i'm going. help me out. that is your job for today. of course, i won't give any credit but you can tell all your friends that i stole it from you.

tell me what happens to juanita.

oh well...


buddy you're a boy make a big noise playing in the street gonna be a big man someday.

get naked and eat chili,

scott