Hello, I'm Doug Cheesehead
11.29.05 (5:46 pm) [edit]I just spent fifteen fucking minutes of my life sitting with a guitar, singing a Boston song. You know the one. The one that proves how completely insane I am.
The chemicals in my brain are trying to convince me that this is a good thing. The rest of my brain has tried to reason with the chemicals, but has pretty much given up, because after all, my brain has a tendency to take up lodging in my COCK, and things just go downhill from there.
I want to punch Tom Scholz dead in the face for this.
Woke up this morning from an amazingly over-sentimental cheesehead dream about her. It's not that I feel incredibly strongly about it. It's just a pull towards her I can't deny, and I find that my heart - or at least the chemical reactions that try to make me THINK it's my heart - is becoming as involved as my weiner. I really want a good healthy connection with this girl. I think she's worth it. I hope *I'M* worth it and don't collpase into a puddle of shit.
Joel, I'm scared.
Might as well buy the ticket, take the ride, as Hunter might say. I've never been one to let little things like good sense get in my way before. Why the fuck start now?
Back to the overwrought arena-jizz love songs I go...
Dougie