and I watched you change...


07-13-03

~And the words repeat breathin' histories and the stories are told and I unfold...~

We're down to 3 and 3/4 tracks left to be downloaded and converted. I'm taking my time. But hopefully I'll have the entire show done by tonight. I still have yet to attempt to put a file on here. That's not something I really feel like messin' with right now. It's been a long day.

~I'm just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waitin' for my rocket to come.~

*sigh* I grilled some badass steaks tonight. That's right. Fired up the grill and used my new techiniques learned from the great grilling masters Laurie and Steve. I'm a crazy grillin' fool! Everyones tummys were very happy. I did burn the shit out of my knuckles though. It was a good time. I helped dad in the workshop for awhile. He's been out there every night putting some elbow grease into that truck. So it's always nice to have some help. He'll talk about it for hours if you let him. He tells me all the crap he did today. Wiring and stuff. Last week it was body work. I know sometimes I say he doesn't know what he's doing...but he's doing a killer job. That thing will be done by the end of summer. I'm proud of my daddy. Plus, the more time he spends in the garage, the less time he spends on my case about getting a job. HA!

~and he knows it's time to make a change here. Time to get away. And he knows it's time for all the wrong reasons. Time to end the pain. Oh, sleep all day sleep all day over and over again.~

I also helped move the boat. Exciting...it was sinking into the ground. Somehow...I have no idea when or where it happened but my left foot was contaminated. I stepped in dog poo. Hmm, yup. Poop on my foot. That's what I get for wearing flip flops in the yard. I started up my poor car. It's been sitting there for over a week. Neglected...so I cleaned all of the trash out of it. It's amazing what you can find on the floor of my backseat. I found those boxing gloves back, and my winter coat. A sweater, a t-shirt, my dickies bag...lots of good stuff. Then I drove around some back country roads. Poor neglected hell beast. I also found Rev. Ron Jackson back. This little toy that I got out of a machine at the movie gallery in CT. You know the machines that have "homies" in them. Tim got one for me...he's standing at a podium with a book on it. So we named him rev. Ron Jackson. It's been the mascot of my car ever since then. *sigh*

~When you refuse me you confuse me. What makes you think I'll let you in again? Think again my friend. Go on misuse me and abuse me. I'll come back stronger in the end. Does it make you sad to find yourself alone? Does it make you mad to find that I have grown? You don't know how much it hurts me to say these things that I don't want to say but have to say them anyweay. I would do anything to end your suffering. But you would rather walk away.~

Ugh...setback. Computer froze up, and I accidentally closed the file I was dowloading. That bastard was at 70% too. What a waste. Dammit! This is taking forever. It's only going 9 KB per second. So now what was taking a half an hour to download is taking an hour. AHHH! I don't want to play spider solitaire anymore. I'm gonna try to upload some files to the site. See if it works. Then shower...maybe call Laurie. Maybe work on my book. I haven't written anything new in awhile. I need smokes too. Yup. I'm done for today.

~I wonder which one of us is gonna state the obvious. And I wonder if you alreasy know that I gotta let you go.~

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