Confess

Wishing I was at home.

The idea of a blind date sounds good. I mean you can meet someone thoroughly cool that you may not have ever talked to in other circumstances. But It's a bitch when you are too shy for it to be successful.

Like death warmed over.

That is so much cooler than a silly wiener shaped whistle!

I really wish my eyes would stop acting up. I kind of like being able to see.

Halitosis of the Vagina.

How often do you use your middle finger as an expression? Me? All of the time. At least two or more times a day. Usually with some accompanying expletive.

Whoa! Deja Vu. I could have sworn I read this today already somewhere!

You are lucky you have the Caddy, because that truck is sooo boring.

one of these days I'll set up my webcam for a live feed of what I go through in some of the bigger cities like LA or Vegas.

They dance a merry jig, at the sound of my voice... On occasion Swirling and twirling, acting as if they had a choice, Knowing they don't because your voice alone is a seduction...

Preach on.

simply intrigued.

I just took mine off. I bought like three back up pairs cause they were on sale. Guess when I burn through them if I can't get em anymore I'll go back to being barefoot. I think they are ugly but I love wearing them.

Sign me up for front row tickets.

Ballad of Ira Hayes ~ Johnny Cash version. CHORUS: Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Gather round me people there's a story I would tell About a brave young Indian you should remember well From the land of the Pima Indian A proud and noble band Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land Down the ditches for a thousand years The water grew Ira's peoples' crops 'Till the white man stole the water rights And the sparklin' water stopped Now Ira's folks were hungry And their land grew crops of weeds When war came, Ira volunteered And forgot the white man's greed CHORUS: Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill, Two hundred and fifty men But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again And when the fight was over And when Old Glory raised Among the men who held it high Was the Indian, Ira Hayes CHORUS: Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Ira Hayes returned a hero Celebrated through the land He was wined and speeched and honored; Everybody shook his hand But he was just a Pima Indian No water, no home, no chance At home nobody cared what Ira'd done And when did the Indians dance CHORUS: Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Then Ira started drinkin' hard; Jail was often his home They'd let him raise the flag and lower it like you'd throw a dog a bone! He died drunk early one mornin' Alone in the land he fought to save Two inches of water in a lonely ditch Was a grave for Ira Hayes CHORUS: Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes But his land is just as dry And his ghost is lyin' thirsty In the ditch where Ira died

I'm a fan of public execution. I agree that it should be proved 100% WITHOUT A DOUBT THAT THE PARTY IS GUILTY. But I think that the death penalty should be a spectator sport.

Sadly it doesn't matter if it was a car that caused it or not. The trucker will take the heat. Most people don't realize that driving a semi is one of the most dangerous professions out there. And one of the most under appreciated.

Just sitting around in Garden City Park. That is a trend I wouldn't mind bringing back. Not really a fashion trend but it was fashionable for a while.

Um.... Request! Request!

Being subjected to some really crappy country music and thinking about making a feeble attempt at sleep.

Beer and chocolate come back out the same way they went in.

At the moment I'm on my way to New Jersey, but I spend a LOT of time in Cali. Most of it in SoCal. So much so that I've considered getting an apt there.

I NEVER ate paste. lol But I did grow up into that person.

I thought I was the only one that had this problem. lol