Memoirs of a Rageaholic

Ridiculous ain’t it?  That means, I’ve had this thing since I was 20… er… 18, yeah… 18.

Makes me wonder.  If I decided to compile all this stuff into a
book, how long would it be? Figure, an average of 2.5 posts a week, and
965 divided by 7 is 138… which means 344 entries.  And say, we
give each entry its own page. Yeah… good sized book.

Like anybody would read about me.  Sat today… Ate today…
slept today… sprinkled with PUSO, SPOP, Skit.  Add chocolate
fudge, nuts, and whipped cream.  That’ll be $2.50. Thanks for
coming to Baskin-Robbins.

Irvine’s getting to me…
So, sometimes,
I can’t help but be a little materialistic.  Current obsession, an
Ibanez AW100CE.. solid top, cutaway, fishman electronics… all under
500 bucks.  Most importantly… it sounds damn good.

When I get a better paying job… this is the first thing I’m crossing off on my hitlist.

Maybe it’ll help me become a halfway decent guitarist again.

I really wanted something else recently… but I can’t seem to remember what it is.  Guess I didn’t want it THAT much.

Dancing spoons at a siberian dog show.
I hate Tommy Pikklz’s boss… I do.  It’s whack. As better said by
the wise old half-vampire known simply as Blade, “Some mothaf***ers
always trying to ice skate uphill.”

A present for all you who fondly remember the days where big
explosions, excessive splattering blood, and beating up hookers weren’t
the trademarks of quality video gaming…
Swing your arms from side to side….

South of the Border, West of the Sun… great reading.  Quick,
intelligent, real.  If you’re thinking about Murakami… good
place to start.  I’d say it’s one of his most straightforward
works.  Although,  Vince says Norwegian Wood is the same.

Speaking of Vince… have fun with your new axe, you lucky, lucky bastard.  Bah, humbuck…er.

Went home and both my parents were within 100 yards of each
other.  I swear, it’s like watching two children… who happen to
have grey hair.

While, I was home… I went grocery shopping at Seafood City for my mom. I seem to draw attention for some reason.

Don’t you hate it when you’ve got a song stuck in your head? At
least the song stuck in mine isn’t toxic… or sean paul… or
something like that.

Oh, I remember, I wanted a first edition of The Neverending Story by Michael Ende… hardcover of course.

I love Halo-Halo.