I'm going to start my drive Friday morning. I want to make it to the party so I have to drive drive and drive. I'll get there and say, I drove all the way from Georgia for this party.

The video game football is endless at Andy's.They play everyday, Chris, Ben, Matt, and other guys (except Andy). They even have two different games. Chris says one sucks but Ben loves both. I was watching them play(the one that doesn't suck) a minute or two ago. One of the audience members has a sign that read Corso for president. It turns out that Corso is the announcer on the game. I started thinking about how an announcer could be a good president. He could go to the boring political meetings and announce what they are doing in an excited way, unacceptable behavior for the environment. How is a senate meeting different than a football game? How is it alike? I'm not the best person to ask because I don't know shit about either one. I should try to find out.
The teen people was more at my current level of intellectual thinking. I got to see the emaciated body of the beloved full house baby, who's hot and who's not.
I just went to their web site and tried to find out about advertising. I wonder how much it would cost to get a full page into Teen People magazine? I could have fun making a page for that but to advertise something you have to be selling something. I have to think of something to sell. They say sex sells and I'm sure sex is jam packed in there between Brittany spears cleavage but it still doesn't sound right to say you're selling sex to teens but aren't they already doing that?
Yesterday I went to some shops with my mom. We went in this one shop called Jacobs well . When we reached the back of the shop I ran into a big cardboard cut out of George Bush. He had a book shelf where his torso should have been and the title of book was a man of faith. My Mom said look there's your favorite person. I said "thats disgusting and left the store.
Last night I watched an episode of the Teenage Mutant Ninja turtles for the first time since I was 10 or so. [inlink]robin,85[/inlink]. The episode was called April Foolish and April the news reporter was mistaken for the princess while trying to get a story. The turtles of course had to go rescue her and in the end she learned that a disguise is a great way to get a story. I must have wanted a team who teenage mutant turtles who were so in awe of my sex that they'd stalk me, just like April.

I'm driving to buffalo thursday morning. Its gona be a long solitary drive. I need some good music. I'm excited as all get out to have a car. I've never made a 14 hour drive before. Good Lord, time is going to speed up again.

I just thought I clicked on terry [inlink]stickboy,138[/inlink] but got stickboy so I read the whole think thinking it was terry writing. I was thinking, wow, terry's going to shave his head again and I didn't realize terry had such a liking for blues music.

My friend slim sent me to this web site cause his band is on the Spring Broke DVD. He got me to watch the thing. Funny stuff. Their lead singer ROger ROt Gut is quite the stallion.
This page is kind of funny. . It's weird stuff. Jermery is a weird postal working punk asshole. I've known him for 10 years.

well, I got to level 2 and it said I was lustful. What else is new?
This is a quiz Kristin told me about, she says she got to level 9.
Look and see what part of Dante's hell you would go to.

I'm at andy's. We just got back from hanging out with Kristin. She was my roommate for a couple of years and Andy banged her a couple of months after I moved to Buffalo.
She called up Andy tonight and told him her boyfriend dumped her and it's her birthday. I was in the car with Andy and when he told me who it was I got Andy to call her back and we went to get her drunk but she doesn't drink so... i don't know.
We drove all over looking for a bumper sticker for my car. We went to waffle house and I played some music on the music machine there. I kept trying to figure out if Andy and Kristin should have something going on. Maybe they should. I don't know. I refuse to be jealous but I can't help but comparing the two of us, me and kristin.
She and I both bought the purple rain sound track this week at different thrift stores. Funny. Well, Kristin is skinny as hell were as I'm getting a little plump. She's pale, I'm tan. She's loud and agressive in the sack and I'm quite and subtle. She and I both chain smoke cowboy killers. She lets Andy continously bum smokes without bitching about it like I do. She lives much closer to andy.
Jesus. What's wrong with me? Andy doesn't get upset when I hang out with people I've fucked before. I'm just being weird. I reckon I should go upstairs and fuck his brains out but I masterbated with water pressure already so I've had my orgasam fix for the day.
I've been working on this syllabus all week. Its rough. I'm afraid to lecture. I need to get together with all my teaching friends and get some advice I think. I've enjoyed being here in Georgia. Its easier. I went to a bonfire party last night and caught up with some old friends. Slim, Big-D, Tria, Lacy Dale, John B, jodbie, and the gang. I took my sister and she tried to make off with some dudes cowboy hat. It did look better on her.
My new favorite country song is Highwayman, by willie and waylon.
I've realized that one of the things I like about country music is the anti-materilasm message that some of the songs have. Her are a few experts


Victoria's Secret, well their stuff's real nice
But I can buy the same damn thing on a Wal-Mart shelf half price
And still look sexy, just as sexy as those models on TV
I don't need no designer tag to make my man want me

GRETCHEN WILSON , Redneck Woman


So with patches on my britches
Holes in both my shoes
In my coat of many colors
I hurried off to school
Just to find the others laughing
And making fun of me
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me

And oh I couldn’t understand it
For I felt I was rich
And I told them of the love
My momma sewed in every stitch
And I told ’em all the story
Momma told me while she sewed
And how my coat of many colors
Was worth more than all their clothes

DOLLY PARTON, Coat of Many Colors