in need of my very own pocket sized live Yukon Cornelious



doin the cockroach in the aura of miscreance on the island of misfit toys.


hmm, so i need some self-worth vindication of some mild sort. i don't know really, but i would like some novelty- some healthy and positive new experience to keep me from feeling so lame- or perhaps to keep me awake past ten o clock. fuck that, i just need something to occupy my thoughts- perhaps i will take up a bad habit. you might see me next with my mouth sordid and chalky from the white powder from my candy cigarette addiction or catch me at a facial hair braiding party.
you know you have become a lame motherfuck when you dream about work- when you can't escape thinking about it or not even caring to try to think about something else because there really isn't too much that is interesting enough to be permitted to stay in the brain for over a minute.

i did play poker last night and that kept me out til 3. this sucka won about twenty-five bucks. boooo yaaa. i didn't really know how to play until i palyed about 5 hands. i mean, i have played poker before, but there are all different ways to paly, and mostly i just palyed in the seventh grade and it was strip poker and the guys cheated and lied and rused their way into seeing my wares. hoot hoot.
anyway, if you have any suggestions to help out my "find a new hobby" brigade, then im me. and no, herion isn't an option- i want perhaps to start out with collecting stamps and if that doesn't work, then i'll go into the heavy shit. yea, you don't hear that in health class. "stamp collecting is the gateway drug".
oh! did you hear that tim burton is directing a new version of willy wonka and the chocolate factry? that is whack. i mean, i love his work, but don't mess witha good thing. gene wilder is amazing, i can't think of anyone surpassing his creepiness in that part save perhaps christopher walken.PLUS heather i forgot her last name was going to direct it and i was going to be veruca salt. p shaw. peee shaw.

oh, by the way----i did very much freak out about the death of john ritter, ross. i did change my icon back to my beloved three's company carnival of freakiness. that show creeped me out, but i liked it i guess. i really loved the swinging kitchen door. that was tight.he was a pretty good comedic actor- pratfalls and physical comedy and such, that's coo. a dork in lifesize, but a pretty awesome man. i will blow a kiss to the heavens and hope it touches his cheek.

~piece, y'all