If you could hear the dreams I've had my dear....

They would give you nightmares for a week.

Writing this stupid thing everyday is all but impossible, but I must try, if this Blog drops below 60 words per day, the bomb goes off and we all die. I am an F--B--I agent, dude!

For now I can only say go out and buy Jawbreaker, "Dear You." I don't know why it has come back to the top of my list recently, but I forgot how good it really was/is. Indeed.

So, I forgot where I left off last, but let's see...I met a girl today that works at EL Rancho in Evergreen. She thought I was lying when I told her I knew where/what that was, and she freaked out when she found out I wasn't full of shit. She kissed me on the neck, told me I was cute, and then puked on the bar. I called security, got her phone number, and she was escorted out of the Casino.

Speaking of puke, I also saw a transvestite's balls as he mounted a bar stool in a less than lady like fashion in a skirt that was very short. His hair was in pigtails. I saw his balls because he had no panties on.

End Transmission.