Listening to "Billie's Blues" by Billy Vera

I think that if there is a music that plays in my heart it is cheesy late-seventies/cheezy early eighties songs.

I just ate a big roast beef sub with bacon, lettuce, pickles, onion, american cheese and mayo.

This afternoon I played an ungodly amount of x-box and tomorrow I plan to do the same.

Now I am lying completely naked in my bed at 3:15 am and blogging.

Sometimes I think that not everyone likes the things that I like.

When I think of that, I feel bad for the people who aren't me.

And I feel bad for the people who don't like the things that I like.

But most the time I can't be bothered.

I could really go for a Flinstone vitamin right now.

Banana hammock.

Sorry - I just had to see if it was as funny typed out as it is when you say it aloud.

"Banana Hammock."

Okay, scratch the vitamin. Now I want a vitamin water. The red one. Dragonfruit or some shit.

In England "Fuck All!' implies ignorance. I would like to adopt "Fuck All!" so it means something more along the lines of "Shit!"

I got a couple pieces of good news today.

Does camouflage even really work? I mean, aren't deer colorblind? That's why they have the orange ones, right?

Would you rather stub your toe or hit your funny bone?

Have you ever seen a picture of Truman Capote as a kid? Whoah! Freaky!

I am pretty sure that 4 out of 5 "adults" I know in my circle of friends still have stuffed animals.

If you were gonna start a chain of steak joints would you name it "Bonanza," or "Ponderosa?" Neither, right? I thought not.

Is loneliness relative? How come it never shows up at family reunions. Oh wait - it does!

Been having really fucked up dreams lately.

Kenny G. steps out of an elevator. He says "That place ROCKS!"

I went to a bar tonight and had one beer. Just one. It can happen.