I have far too many commitment issues to ever get married I have a few friends who are completely pussy-whipped by their girlfriends and it's the saddest thing ever. I imagine it's even worse when you get married.

Dude, just got for something crazy and interesting.
Ever since I just fucking shaved my head before I left for Alaska I really don't give a fuck what I do with my hair anymore in terms of fearing how "odd" something is.
It opened up a whole nuvva level of being comfortable with my appearance.

I always crack up when guys tell me how their ladies try to pussy-whip them.

Like, using sex as a hostage.

Babs could never do that, she enjoys sex way too much. If anything, I could hold out on her to a better effect. I'm also like, a zen master compared to her in terms of patience.

Plus we have been dating (on-and-off) for seven years, with this last go running at ... holy fucking shit almost three years now. Shit, she is probably the only thing I have been commited to outside of music and writing, which my level of commitment to either is questionable right now, seeing as I have produced any work in quite some time.

I'm 6 hours into dead space 2 now and all I can say is that after 10 years in the throne silent hill 2 may well have been usurped.

Keeping them, I think.

Hard to say.

I have no read anything above this. Are you thinking about cutting your dreads?

That is a very awesome question!

I got coffee and foodstuffs with my soon-to-be roommate this evening. We hashed out some necessary details, and then visited with some gamergeek friends of ours and played Dominion ('s a card game thingy) at my soon-to-be apartment.

My hours at work frankly suck lately and though I am fairly compensated for being a part-time prepress person, I am doing right poorly as, well, my hours frankly suck, and I've taken to applying for positions that I'm vastly overqualified for so I can actually have spending money.

Tomorrow I show my bassist how to work the lighting rig, which he owns.

I made a metric fucktonne of pasta by accident. I combined the random bags of my snooty hippie shit organic whatnot pasta of varying shapes I had lying about and now have enough foodstuffs for about three days. The whole muffhuggin' pot was full of fucking pasta when all was said and done. I threw it in a big glass container with parts of multiple sauces and multiple cheeses to kill off some stuff I had in the fridge. Can't really argue with that, I suppose. I am happy I have Much Bandshitte to attend to, lest I need to find something to do with my time that would otherwise be occupied by making foods. Every little helps.

Throw it at the homeless.

The Pyrex dish is really nice and I like it for cooking things in far too much to wing it at Tourette's Guy or whomever else. Plus, the caramelized onion and roasted garlic saucy bits are deliciousness.

Well, throw something at the homeless.

This is doable. I accidentally cracked a whiskey tumbler the other night doing dishes as my goddamn cabinet is immediately above my goddamn sink and I am clumsy. That will do nicely.

I did my hair up in full mohawk fashion last night.
It's safe to say it looked incredibly douchey.

I just have to do like the front end like this shit;




I wish I had a picture of me with it all the way up.
It was terrible.

I am being gifted Logic Pro 9, apparently. Yeah, I'll totally turn that down.

That is right swell. Which Logic are you currently using?

8, and the middling version with only some of the the goodies. I want the editing features in 9, and now I guess there's only two versions, the cheapie one and the whole suite with Mainstage and four million plugins and software instruments and shit and no in-between. I guess it fell off the back of a truck or something, I don't know? But it is arriving at rehearsal tomorrow apparently. Which is cool, 'cause we were gonna buy it anyhow.

Badass.

Well, I'm not as attached to them as I used to be. I'm pondering alternatives.

You should take them out and shape all of your hair into a gigantic unicorn horn.

Things falling of the back of trucks are usually wonderful and I raise my glass to this. HUZZAH