Sunday, June 23, 2002

 
I, Sparticus, discovered that utters are utterly fun to milk from. Well, ok, I'm NOT Sparticus...and frankly I don't know who the hell he is! All I know is right now, I'm trying to get a Weezer fix, and Kazaa won't let me! (Shouts long string of obscenities)...Anyway. Uh. Yeah. I just watched this movie, Outside Providence, and it was great. Any movie with druggies, booze, a 3 legged dog with an eyepatch named Clops (as in Cyclops) and a kid in a wheelchair because of a freak accident when playing flag football on the roof has to be a good movie!...(Shakes head) I'm an ass...

Hey, not going anywhere or get invited anywhere by friends is great...can I get an "Amen"?

These little bugs are trying to eat my feet. The sad thing is I'm not kidding. Soon, they'll make a sequel to that aforementioned movie and I'll be in it.

Just to add to my randomness (I'm on a roll), I love watching stand-up. Some people have told me I should do that, or improv. If I wasn't so scared of performing in front of MILLIONS OF PEOPLE then, I would. I'll work at it, and maybe I'll be on Whose Line Is It Anyway in 20 or some years...if it's still around. Jim Bruer is hilarious. I almost "shmidt my pants" when he talked about his wifes "ass falling apart" during pregnency, a giant dog dry humping a childhood friend and an AC/DC version of the "hokey pokey". Zack Lastnameistoolongus was also funny. He plays the piano while saying random phrases about his flawed sex life and such. I think you don't care, and that's ok. :(

Why do they put signs by roads or bridges that say "Slippery When Wet"? I mean, don't people KNOW it's going to be slippery? It's like those signs that say "Beware Of Aggressive Drivers." Sure, I'll watch out...I'll watch my own FAMILY!

Justin is one hella good artist. He's sending me drawings through IM's and they kick ass. It makes me realize how UNtalented I am at art. *Sigh*

Is it healthy to have Madame Bowers in your dreams? No, didn't think so. I had a dream that my little brother, age 8, was driving my dad's truck and I was in the passengars seat. Dad was driving Kyle (other brother) in another car and M.B. was in another. She came over my house and we all left to go to hers for dinner. When we arrived there, she yelled at my Dad for letting Scott drive, and I told her that he was a better driver than I was. Truth be told, he knows more about cars than I do, and probably would know more about driving than me. Pathetic, I know. I'm done boring you for now...but I'll strike again! Mwahahaha!...mwahahaha..I'll leave.