i sometimes wish you would smile

"i was perfect once."
"yeah in your moms belly."
"true, shame she's such a bitch now?"
"yeah that is the one nice thing about being presumed dead."
"yup they stop looking for your ass and you can disappear for real."
"they found a body though right?"
"thats what it said in the paper, i don't know who the kid was or what the hell happened to him but it sure the hell wasn't me. i think the police are lazy or its some kind of weird cover up, i don't know and i don't care. it sure as shit made things easier on me, i know that much."

THE GOD DAMN PLAINS

Punk Rock in the morning makes me all jumpy. I guess that's better than slugish ruggish. The last few days have been slow and boring and i don't want to do anything but i know i got a pile of shit to do. So today i bring you. Get things done man, brought to you by too much coffee and non stop punk rock. Okay thats it - bang yo heads children and get busy with your corporate love jobs. I would have made a horrible punk rock kid. Too prissy.

Scary World Theory

It has been a strangely quiet day here. The phone hasn't rang once, no substantial email, no text messages - its weird. Oh well. Its also kind of nice.

So much for a weird Wednesday. I really don't even have a good story for you today. Sorry i will be better tomorrow, maybe...

Todays picture is Jenny and Modesta and me in the background tracing them. Awesome huh. I wanted to do a few more but just didn't much feel like it.