Solipsistic Introspection

I'm ripping my entire cd collection to upload onto my Ipod. That's right, I'm joining the gym. Anyways, I'm listening to the Bomb they're bringing back a lot of memories. There was a summer about three years ago when Joe and I saw the Bomb like 9 times in two months or something like that. I haven't seen them since.

I've noticed something interesting lately, at least to me. Music either makes me sad or angry (not violent)


Anyways, this is my goodbye. It was fun but I'm shutting down for a while.

Until then.

Don’t ask me why but I’ve been thinking of some really kick ass names for my kids when I become a baby daddy. They are as follows:
Boys:
Tobedetermined Cash Mylastname
Presley Cash Mylastname
Vladimir Rasputin Mylastname
Genghis Cash Mylastname
King Cash Mylastname
Cash Presley Mylastname
Vladimir Cash Mylastname
Johnny Cash Mylastname
Elvis Cash Mylastname


Girls:
Cashelle Mylastname
Cashina Mylastname
Cashifer Mylastname


P.s. Patten pending on all of these names.

Two things:
1). I wish I could grow a beard. 27 years old and I've yet to hit puberty
2). The world needs Mark Hussman now more then ever.

Merry Fricken Christmas and a bah humbug to all!

Seriously though, I hope none of you have a blue Christmas.

So it appears as if we’re in another fight. I’m not budging this time. Damn you sleep! Why must you be so difficult and stubborn? Admittedly, this is in large part my fault but still I feel like it’s impairing my judgment. Why can’t sleep and I get along?

A serious question for you to think about:
Why wasn't I born a cowboy?
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(and I'm not talking about the Brokeback Mountain kind)

I'm not a huge My Bloody Valentine fan but Sometimes is one of my favorite songs of all times. I heard it a few years ago and have spent countless hours listening to it on repeat.

Yesterday we had our Caucus in Bloomington. The drive down took just under two hours. The drive back took 8 hours and 15 minutes. The car fishtailed three times while I was driving but I managed to regain controll each time. To say that that was one of the worst days/experiences of my life would be an understatement.

Post #: 1000

Sure is cold outside. The word on the street is that its only going to get colder.

I haven't had a good nights sleep in ages.

Next Monday I'm going to start going to the gym again. Stop laughing, I mean it. I think it'll help.

Mike Ness if you keep this up I'm going to find a new man crush. How the hell can you play almost every night for three months straight in California?! It's called a friggen tour! Do it. I'd like to see you again.