iDallas!It’s hard to make any group of people with any real size agree on anything all the way.
People will always have their little issues. Some people just have to have their opinions heard, no matter how relavant (or not) they might be. Some people.
But without those people, nothing would happen at all. Funny that.
Yay!
I called the girl and left a message.
I had the wrong area code. Silly me.
Now I guess I am waiting for a response.
I am hopeful, but I’m not dwelling on it.
I spent the last couple of evenings drumming and playing records and having a grand old time. Hopefully, I will be able to get some work done, too, this week.
I called the girl I met in San Diego just now… and the number she gave me has been disconnected.
I wonder what the means. Either she has a strange sense of humor or she doesn’t pay her bills. I can deal with either of those possibilities, I think.
I wonder how I am going to contact her now.
I know her first name and the city she lives in… I wonder if the Internet could help me…
I’ll give it a shot.
I got out of the house today and bought some more records. That’s good, but it sure makes the days go faster.
Business is still good. Better than ever.
My body is starting to complain that I don’t play with it enough, though… I need to be careful about that. I am still young.
Liz Phair knows where it’s at.
I have not been updating things as quickly as I’d like lately. I have been having some fun in my own realworld fun palace.
Some of the time, I think that might be true if I were to stop and care.
I have little time to care sometimes. I feel that one day I will be able to turn my head and look back on what I have done and take a moment to be proud of myself before trudging ever forward.
Hopefully, everyone behind me will be able to do the same, all the way down the ladder.
beat me down.
spin me around.
I will talk to you anyway.
Because I’m a talker, and without that I am nothing.
No how, now way.
That’s just what it is.
And I am not as wise as you think.
I am quick, and a quick-witted person can often fool another and fake wisdom. It only works for short periods of time, though…
Eventually, the quick-witted person will make a mistake, shattering the illusion of wisdom… but then that phenomenon is just called genius.
whoop.
Food and love do not always go hand in hand.
Born in the mud isn’t the same as hiding in the trees.
The worst part is that my ego has no basis in reality. Well, not the Queen’s reality, anyway. But who cares about that?
We each make up our own story. Some of us just tell ours better.
I have an ego the size of Milwaukee.
I have three blind men strapped to my back so I’m never alone as I head down that crazy road we like to call the Los Angeles freeway system.
I am indeed more interesting in writing than anyone else I know.
I have more toes than a three-toed mule.
And nothing makes me prouder.