Loose lips sink ships and I'm not a very good Captain. Booze gives my mouth diarrhea.

During soundcheck, I got briefly cranky about something 

"You need some rhodiola."

"No I don't"

"Really, you could use some rhodiola."

"No, I just need a good fuck."

At the end of our set, into the microphone, after thanking everyone:

"Somebody fuck me."

haha oh boy. Then there was more beer.

A few weeks ago, I woke up and started to tell Emily about a really weird dream I had just had. One of my duties as a Pop Explosion volunteer was to find somewhere to house one of the bands' donkey. I led him with his leash up a set of stairs to a flat. Later, when I got back from a show, he was sleeping on the couch, but he had turned into a human boy. Emily found it very easy to psychoanalyze that one.

"Oh, you just need a piece of ass. Something that doesn't matter."

I think it's soon time to find that donkey I keep talking about. The sharks are almost gone.

Last year, I saw Nancy's new computer. The one that I'm currently typing this on.