Unfortunately I've had almost TOO much creative energy. Images race through my mind and are pushed out before I have time to write them down. It's frustrating. I need to take a few shots of liquid confidence (some may call it...gin) and get to scribbling to try to keep up. I also need to start seriously looking for a job after this week in which I FINALLY finish up things with my current boss and get that whole issue sorted out.
Finally my Playstation2 is dying. Before this generation I never had a game machine die on me and now I've lost two. At least the PS2 won't take my saved games with it. Bastard Xbox, I'll never love again.
*Saying that Ronald Reagan was not the bestest guy EVER sounds like the following to a conservative:
You: Hey, remember that girl you used to date? Joanne?
Conservative: Actually she was my wife. She passed on a couple years back. God how I loved her.
Y: Yeah. So. What a whore, huh?
C: Pardon me?
Y: Oh Joanne. She was a real cunt. A dirty dirty cumgargler.
C: What are you saying?
Y: Maybe not literally a whore, I don't know if she ever charged or anything, but even if she did it probably wasn't much since lord knows she wasn't a looker.
C: You bastard, I hate you!
Y: I killed her you know.
C (sobbing): Oh Joanne, my sweetest Joanne. I still remember when you asked me to fuck you for the gipper.