I'll tell you what though, if I were in Julie's shoes, which I will most likely be in pretty soon, I'd get my ass off this site too. It's not letting them win, but giving them less ammo.

I see where you're going Paul and others but seriously, you've got to cover your bases, that's all.

If they start to look into my existential rants, and see something in them, which lets face it, they most likely do already, but then sure, I'm out. Leave no recognizable marks.

Hell I might just let my dog talk.

Lucky huh . . .

What's her ass smell like?

-Billy

So I get home from a not so grueling day towing cars to find my favorite 80's cd fucking destroyed? What the shit?

My dog is looking at me like, brother, you brought this upon yourself. What a dick. But, I have it saved and will make another one with the title track being, Run, Run Away.

Such anger in this dog.

So Paul I would have loved to chill with you guys last night and today/night, but I alas I could not. And I had to work today so . . . If they had the festival on Wednesday, I'd be set.

I'm heading to Coffee and (pornos) (hey if they don't finish the phrase, I will) for a meeting of the minds. Physics baby. Physics.

Hi,

Yeah look I don't have much time because I don't know when the fucker's coming back. See, he does this. He leaves to go, who the hell knows where, but always forgets something like sunglasses which by the way scares the shit out of me because I'm like usually getting off on a pillow, or about to destroy a shoe (I don't know why I do these things, it just happens).

Oh, I should . . . um yeah, look, I finally figured out how to get on this thing. By the way, this is Billy, brian's eh-hem, stickboy's (whatever that fucking means) dog. I'm bored out of my tiny mind, so I'm going to be jumping on here everynow and then to give a dog's perspective since you humans are doing such a fantastic job with the world. (See he leaves NPR on for me when he disappears because I think he hates me, and . . . give me a minute . . . okay, well I probably know more about society than all of you put together. I'm not bragging, but have you ever listened to NPR for 12 hours straight while I'm, I mean you're, trapped in the goddamn kitchen? Yeah, well, welcome to my life.)

Oh shite, he's coming back up, I's got to go.

talk later,

-Billy

hey, should I start my own journal so he doesn't know or something? I mean he's usually rambling around the house about potential energy, high on whiskey thinking he's all deep. Bullshit I say.
Anyway, Paul, I think I met you a couple of times, I think I need to start a dlog. Get that? Funny shit. Not a blog, a dlog. HA. I'm going to lick my nuts.

Oh, well that's fucking great. Forgot about that little shit of a detail. Yeah, look at that, don't have them anymore. No nuts for the Billster . . . it's dog's life right. What an asshole.

That's it. His favorite 80's cd will now be elliminated.

man who says writing is not primarily cathartic? I feel great now.

mike, mk, jill, nice to see y'all.