sometimes just typing is enough.

it's enough to keep me from gouging my own eyeballs out with a wooden spoon.

sometimes it takes more than typing.

sometimes it takes a 2 liter of coke and a bottle of crown.

i was thinking today that i should keep a diary. like anna nicole. that way, when i die with gouged out eyeballs laying on the floor, my kids can auction it off and hopefully pay for their new ipods.

diaries are for chicks. men have journals.

i will start a journal today.

except my journal will be a blog.

april 16,

today, i woke up feeling like shit. it continued throughout the day and into the night. other than completing my first journal entry, nothing of consequence happened.

toodle doo,

scott