Aardvark Droppings

Well...I've decided to dump what I had of that journal and start anew. I don't know if it's a good idea, but we'll soon find out. Again, let me know. Via e-mail. please! You don't need to waste space in my guestbook telling me that my journal sux. They limit this shit if it's free, you know.
   Geocities, the proud sponsor of my site, also recently informed me that I've had so many people come here that they might have to start charging me to keep a home with them. So...either I'm gonna start paying, or they're gonna shut this shit down here and there, for unknown periods of time. Bonus for paying: no ads, more Mb storage, and god knows what else.
   Oh, well. Help keep this a free site. Quit looking at it. Hahahaha. No...seriously, don't hesitate to stop by. I enjoy all the feedback I get.
   At any rate, it's been a crazy week, to say the least. World Trade Center, hijackings, Osama bin Laden. All the forum members know my feelings on the whole thing, so I'll spare the long essays here. I'll just say that all of it affected me in a way that I didn't think possible. It made me realize once again that I am an American. It made me look at everyone around me...and see them as Americans. Yes...bin Laden (if he was the mind behind the plan) brought Americans together like no politician has been able to do since JFK. Kinda ironic.
   Ah, hell. It's getting kinda late, so I'll talk to y'all later.

Well, well. It's way past my bedtime, isn't it? Talking to Pete on the phone right now, so I very well could be up all night. I'm eating tuna right now. I bet that excites you. No? Okay...I really don't blame you.
   Been learning the Johnny Winter classic, "Rock Me Baby." That's been keeping me busy. Along with other things. And I know what you're thinking. You're thinking: wow, you have an exciting life.
   Actually, I do, but I'm not willing to share it all with every fool that wanders in through these parts. I don't think that every one who has a computer should know that I was playing drinking games with a jock who I hated in high-school this past week-end. But wait...now you do know.
   Ok...time for some sleep. Wish me luck.
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Things have been going along about average. Some crazy stuff happening at work, and I'll be glad to get my pay raise on my next check.
   I've adopted a pretty decent fitness routine. Not as hardcore as the one I attempted a few years back, but adequate. I'm not going to try to quit smoking again. That's what got me in trouble last time. Allergic reaction to Zyban. I love smoking, anyway. In fact, I bought two cartons the other day, and I'm taking full advantage of the situation by chain-smoking. As for the fitness routine itself, it consists of push-ups, sit-ups, and eating a tad healthier.
   I've been doing alot of clothing shopping, too. I got fitted for a new suit last Saturday. I needed a black one. Funny how I don't own a black suit. Grey, taupe...but not black. Well, I do now. Watching Reservoir Dogs again reminded me.
   I got my Picasso tie, and it's become my favorite. Not only is it supremely cubist, but it goes with nearly everything I own. I wore a Wal-mart tie yesterday, for the second time, and it's falling apart already. That'll teach me not to buy that cheap shit again. I really just needed another red tie, and I happened to spy it there...and...well...turns out to be a waste of ten bucks.
   Been shopping around for an Armani suit, as well. I saw one on eBay that made me cry. Well, I didn't actually cry, but the beauty of the garment made my eyes a little damp. I figure if a photo of a piece of clothing can make me cry, I must own it.
   What else have I been up to? Well...admittedly, that second forum page isn't nearly ready yet. I've been somewhat secluded here, with the occasional social appearance. Other than the little BBQ at Pete's last weekend, where I forced everyone to watch all three Mad Max movies in a row, I've haven't done much. I've been sending some pretty honest Forum emails. I've been trying to be a little less cryptic, but, as always, I just write it as I see it. I may offend, arouse, or humor in these emails. I just don't know, nor do I care. I'm just writing like the writers say is best: write about what you know. Right? hah.
   I'm pretty hyped on caffeine right now, so I'm rambling excessively. I feel I owe it to you kids, though, judging by the date of my last entry. I figured once I deleted the old archives, I'd start anew with lots of fresh stuff, but it just never happened. Actually, there's alot of crap I wanna do with this lousy site. It's just a big "project" that I got to get hyped up about doing. Basically, I've got to stop coming home from work all tired, and just get on with stuff. My real goal is to learn HTML in the next few months or so, and make this site what it should be: something meaningful (yeah, right).
   I've become quite materialistic lately, enjoying the finer things of life, as I'm sure you've noticed. If any of you feel like buying me gifts because you love me so much (and I know you do), here's a quick list: a nice expensive cologne, new shoes, DVD of 12 Monkeys, and white undershirts. For reference, shirt size: 16 32-33. Pant size: 32-32. Happy shopping.

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I would usually write only if I have anything important to say, but this time I don't. Well...I could tell you about how I'm gonna try to join a band. Yeah. I'm gonna try to join a band. Utilize my skills. I'd be playing guitar, and not singing, which I'd rather do, but I just need to get out there again. I live on stage. I've been dead for a year. I want to live again.
   I guess that's it, really. I'm looking for some sort of meaning in my life right now. I mean...I know what the meaning is, it's just that I'm too stupid to do anything about it.
   Ok...I just did something about it. I have sent the necessary emails to the necessary people. Someone should get back to me. I mean, I'm like a preferred stock around these parts. Multi-talented. A true asset to any musical act. Neato.
   Alrighty, then. Goodnight, you silly people.

Wow...I can't believe they don't want me in that band! They must be fools! Now, they say they don't need another member in the band, and blah blah. However, if that was the case, and someone like me offered their services, I'd start firing people!
   Something I've learned over the years here, is that this "band game" is something that you have to jump into, in a "take no prisoners" style. It's all or nothing.
   When I saw this band, I noticed that although the song structures and rhythms were Ok, they still lacked and extra flair...the punch, if you will. It's too bad they don't want me. I didn't want to change their sound, but develop it further.
   On a different subject, if you're interested in seeing a fat multi-millionaire vacationing around with his supermodel girlfriend, check out www.Kimble.org. I don't know why I'm mentioning this now, but I'm sure you'll find it a treat.
   Oh, hell...time to be off to work again. Have fun, children. And if you know of any decent bands in need of a lead singer or a guitar player (I'm quite skilled in both), email me.