and so between fits of getting drunk, flirting with losing my job, and fights with my inner conscience i find myself here.

no more stories of my adventures in the feminine kingdom. every time i do, it never happens.

its wierd. because on one hand, i want to fall in love every night. but on the other hand, when i see a girl i like, sometimes i start singing "baby got back" to mysel;f and she gets wierded out.

tommorrow i see the coast guard recruiter in hawthorne, like south central. i hope i get stationed in hawaii. i'd take any hawaiian girl over that chick i see at school all the time who always covers one nostril with her finger so she can shoot a snot rocket out the other nostril.

i found this wierd piece of crap in a pork rhind the other day. its kind of hard, and flakey. i'm afraid to eat it it because i don't know what it is, but then, its sort of tempting. you know that feeling?

so it just sits there next to my keyboard. like a pet rock. some sort of mystic paperweight i can use to make sure a single "post-it" doesnt blow away. i think i'll name it. i'll call it Gary.