Ahhh, What Fun

Ahhh, What Fun

"Shove it in my pussy"

"Dirtiest biker babes"

I'm so proud. The first led them to me via the Iggy Pop song I quoted recently. I've gotta find some really sick shit to keep these perverts entertained with.

How about this?

LITTLE GIRLS by Oingo Boingo

I love little girls they make me feel so good

No, no, no. I'm stopping right there.

(runs off to take another shower)

OK, better now.

Home from work. I think Rally's tried to kill me last night. Got The Big Bill Bruford burger (OK, it's not really called that, I just think it's funny to contemplate one of the finest forces in progressive rock drumming getting his inspiration from a fucking hamburger) and a banana shake. I don't eat Rally's often, but I loves them overly procrsssed banana shakes.

I woke up at 5AM with my lower back KILLING me. I laid there and tried to think about somebody special, which didn't stop the pain, but did give me a painful woodrow.

I felt my stomach working badly. But I didn't think it was that big a deal. By the time I got to work, though, I felt like Elvis was trying to pass through my colon. I spent an hour out of the hour and a half I was there on the toilet. Shit. No, really. SHIT.

They're offering overtime Saturday. I HAVE to take it now.

I'm planning my exit, though. With more students but still not as many as I want, I can't quit entirely, but I do think I'll bail on the warehouse and find a part-time shit job somewhere else. Even with a pay cut, if I can find 25-30 hours a week somewhere, it'll keep me going on top of the teaching/gig income. I've had an ENORMOUS itch to get the fuck out of the warehouse recently, and it really has a practical side too - between teaching and my psyhotic gig/Katie-time/hell-drive s -all-over-Indiana -and-Ohio weekend schedule, I'm going to be burnt out badly soon if I don't find a way to slow down. Top priority is Katie. Second is the band. Third is teaching. (Actually, those two are prertty much tied for second.) Fourth is my sanity. Anything else can suck my dick. In fact, please. It needs work too.

Seriously, I need to keep the shit job, but it doesn't have to be THIS one. If I go out on good terms with the temp agency (and you have to be a degenerate werewolf to completely piss off these people, it seems) I can still go back anytime if need be. It's all a bit scary, but I'm looking at my options, finding more of them than I had six months ago (when I had very, very few) and I'm not THAT worried about it. A little bit. But I intend to be out of the warehouse by the end of the month.

If I play it right, I might have that second day in the middle fo the week for Katie. Probably not more than twice a month, but that's a good goal to shoot for by spring, and maybe I can do it every week by summer or fall. We'll see. If I can get down there two more times a month, that's damn good for now. I NEED this time. It keeps me sane. It keeps me young. It takes the edge off my cynicism. I NEED some of that cynicism too, I've learned how important it is for what I want out of my life to trust as few people as possible, but I can't BURY myself in it like I did for so long. And hey, how can I feel anything but love and happiness when I'm around the most beautiful girl in the world? Yeah, I need more time with her. She was the only thing that kept me going at all for a long time. I have more outlets now, but none of them can compare to her. I'm a lucky motherfucker, dammit.

Well, my ass doesn't feel so lucky right now. Excuse me...

Ever take a shit you could spackle a friggin' wall with? I REALLY have my doubts about fast food these days...

Gotta try to get moving for teaching tonight, and there's a couple places I need to drop promo packs for the band. I'm really happy that they want to play down here too, it'll make my life easier. And we've added THREE gigs onto our schedule in the past two days. Two of them are a few months away, but one is a damn good gig, and we have another in April now. We're booked very nicely through the beginning of May, and there's no reason to assume it'll stop anytime soon. We have some issues to deal with in the percussion department, but we're confident about that working out as well.

Q: What did the one gay sperm say to the other gay sperm?

A: I dont' know about you, but I can't see through this shit.

Maybe I should draw a cartoon from that. Why should humourless religous assholes get all the fun being offended over nothing, eh?

Love,
Dougie