Today: sushi for lunch, a little tech support, then a massage at home. I'm so relaxed right now that if I jerked off, it'd probably put me into a coma. Massage tip: if you're filling out the pre-massage questionairre, don't use the words "full release" under the special requests section. It's not what they mean.Off to a house party tonight. Bounced last night at the Skyland for three hours until the owner determined that I'm a better drinking buddy than bouncer; out we went. After two plus four = six years of girlfriends, I've forgotten how to talk to girls. I'm oKay with that, I guess. Saw karaoke at a bar last night. If we'd known that China was going to give us karaoke, Japan might not have been our first choice for bombing. If you can't sing well, limit your vocal expressions to the car or shower, only. Is the band Head of Lies disbanding? I hope not. Did Perfect in Plastic disband? Looks like it. All perfectinplastic.com files have been deleted from the goochonline.net servers in Sweden, London, and Canada. Maybe I can find a light rig job with Great White. If you like folk rock inspired by Indigo Girls and Paul Simon, BUY THIS CD NOW. I need to go grocery shopping. I'm about to make soup out of ketchup and Taco Bell sauce packets. Ah... a new twist on an old recipe... ghetto tomato soup with a kick. The Dixie Chicks are talking shit about the President while touring in London? I've got two words for them: "Reba McIntyre." I've also got four more words for the Chicks: "get in my van."
THE DIXIE CHICKS, MOMENTS BEFORE GETTING INTO MY VAN
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