I went to the gorge to see a tool show with Mike on sunday. The show was quite good the party afterwards was completely insane. 5,000 people going stark raving mad for 12 hours. booze pills and halucinogens have hurt me badly. I am avoiding drugs and assholes in a drum circle like the plague for a good long while. my brain hurts. See what ( Read more... )

as I do a german dance for you.

Goddamn it! Front 242 is playing tonight and I can't go. A friend got me a ticket, transport, and drinks for free and I'm stuck in this shithole town! Damn kids! Because of those little wretches being born I have to plan a week in advance just to leave my house. I'm going to sell them to Nike.

I have developed this weird fixation on voodoo culture. I have spent days researching Papa Legba and the gang. I think it is some sub-conscious reaction to the New Orleans carnage. Someone should raise a bunch of zombies to attack Bush.

Apparently Erin and I are going to be playing host to Sabastion and Alaia's half sister for a week. They share the same abusive, drug-addled, dead beat father. This girl lives with her mother and has no contact with her father which is similar to the situation our kids are in. I can't imagine having a kid and throwing it to the wolves. I wonder ( Read more... )

It seems like lately I'm having a terribly difficult time not telling people that I don't care. I have been trying to fight the apathy monster for the sake of the weird family thing I have now. Honestly it surfaces with Erin more often than it should and i end up feeling a little bad about it later. How do you convincingly fake interest in ( Read more... )

I watched "Hotel Rwanda" last night right after posting about video games and now I feel like a shallow american fuckface. I think I'm going to go out and start raising awareness about the genocide in Darfur to make up for it.

I just looked at the specs for the new X-Box. I went from want to need faster than ever. Sweet sweet escapist entertainment. I think I used to go out and do things at one point in my life.

I finally get a day off tomorrow. I won't go to work, Erin is staying home, and I get to go to a friend's birthday party. This will be the first time I have been able to leave this fucking house in 3 weeks. yay!

Vincent had another one of those spectacular hospital visits. Severe dehydration due to intestinal spasms was the eventual diagnosis. Late Monday night I noticed he was acting peculiar then he began vomiting and his eyelids were fluttering. He sort of went in and out of these lethargic episodes. He would hear my voice and start to play with me ( Read more... )