Lonesome

Sigh.

I need to get out more. I sometimes don't realize how desperate I can be for attention until it's too late. I'm one who craves an audience. It's sad, I'm finding it harder and harder to contain myself when I finally DO get to hang out in a group. I'm probably going to get invited to a nice party and then black out, then come to and realize that I just smeared feces all over the hosts kitchen cabinets. Haha, I guess it's not that bad, but this house certainly sucks the life out of me. I'm going crazy. I just watch my kid all day. Alone. Making paper mache. I'll no doubt start talking to it soon.

But this little guy is looking at me weird. Like he's judging me. He's my favorite one yet! I love him. He's got the cutest little ears and curly tail! He's trying to act all natural during his photo shoot, but he just got so tense. Adorable!

Oooo, a big elephant stampeding toward us! It's head and trunk swaying left and right. I can imagine the dust cloud it would work up if it were real.

Hey there creepy, lurking raven. In any good poems lately? I bet you're sick of being called a crow.

 I'm a disappointment.

Note To Self:

NEVER  live with family again. After you get out, stay. Forever. Even if it means living in a dumpster. Even if it means not having ice cream. EVEN if it means breaking the eleventh commandment: Thou shalt not poop outside at a golf course. Amen...

Amen.

Goodbye O-Zone

I'm a winner. I feel like I've been put on Earth at this time period to do something. Don't we all want to prove something? Find some great solution? Be liked? Money means nothing. People are so driven by it though. Willing to give up on ethical practices and higher standards for more of it. Where are we taught the standards we live by? Where do we learn how to be decent people? It's just not an important enough topic when too many are focused on profit. There is a price that many have to pay because of one's lack of scruples. Should one person's ignorance cause everyone else to suffer? That is just one of the laws we live by. Haha, Wallace and Grommet.

One Potato

February, you used to be special and funky, "spunky" perhaps. Tomorrow my husband, Jason, and I are going to let my parents watch our daughter while we go out and... and... uh... have fffuuUUUNN? What is fun? I think I have memories of it. Dancing, singing, laughing with friends. Maybe that was all a dream. hm. I'm working on a particularly tribal sounding track on Reason, and by "working on" I mean "not working very hard at all on" and by "not working very hard at all on" I mean "oh yeah, I forgot about that crappy track..." dude, my ears are so moist here in Florida. I've got a goal: look super good in a bikini by May 30th. I've been running every day for the past nine days, maybe ten, and there have been some wonderful results already: I'm tan, "my poo comes out with no tears" (reference to the Cleveland Show), I have more energy, the jiggly parts aren't as jiggly. So... sigh... here I am, waiting for tomorrow.

Cute little dead mouse.

Glowing Insane

Triple bubble.
Run & run & run & run & urn.

I could forgo a beer, I mean go for a beer, like, a big one. Why is there no "Big Gulp" beer, 7-eleven? or a beer Slurpee? OOrrrr margarita Slurpees. Oh well, you've certainly cornered the market on hot dog flavored potato chips. Bravo.

Identical snowflake twins.
I had a dream last  night I pooped a poop the size and shape of a bag of sugar.

I swear it was a dream.

I... Did It?

I made a music video:

It's kind of a practice video using Lightworks (thanks Johnny). I also made the music with Reason 5(thanks Jason). MAN, I want a doughnut!(thanks America) We could use a sweet microphone for some vocals...

Peas & Cues