something interesting?

i think I actually gave myself a tummy ache eating candy.  How the fuck does that happen?  you know, I can remember a time when I could eat loads of sugary sweets and never even notice.  In fact, there was a point in my life where I used to scrounge change, go to the drug store and buy candy bars, 2 for 88 cents, and a soda.  I would get four candy bars, a soda, and then sit at the dis-used train track bridge and enjoy my snack before going home, or where ever.  I miss those days.

It's not enough that now a single candy bar most places costs at least a dollar and the cheapest coke is over a buck and a half, but now if I eat too much candy I get a tummy ache!  I must say that I am a bit displeased about this.

Adversely, I have found that I am able to drink a lot of booze in one evening and not feel as bad as a couple of handfuls of candy "bottle caps."

spooky shit and shtuff...

So I made this Red Miso Soup for lunch... it was interesting.  It had a very fascinating taste.  I've had white miso before, so I had to give this a try.  Okay, I tried it.

I was raised having to try things all the time.  It causes a conflict in my life these days.  I have trouble going to restaurants and making quick decisions because there is that part of me that knows what I like, and then there is the other part of me that bugs me to try something different.  I would love to say that I do what I want, but it's difficult to know when your mildly schizophrenic about things like this.

And onto other shit that you may or may not give a rat's ass about:  I started working in earnest on this year's halloween story.  It should be good.  I hope people like it since I'm bringing back someone from my serial stories  for this one.  Who knows.  Then I have to think about X-mas...

Until then, I will take a nap...

don't ever trust...

Recently a young woman told me that I needed to trust people more.  There's a story behind this statement, but I'm not really interested in sharing that part now.  To her statement I simply said that I have never been a very trusting sort.  That would be a mostly true statement.  But most people, when young and innocent, are very trusting.  But when a child learns that his parents have lied to them, it's all downhill from there.

I've been lied to a lot.  Still am... so, I trust no one.  Not a single person in this world does a damned thing just to be nice.  Even the holy rollers use nice deeds as bargaining ships for what they believe will be a glorious afterlife. Well, if I do something nice for you, I'll be honest about it... I want something in return.  If your hot, then I want to see your tits... if a guy... well, less likely to find a good reason to help out.

As a wise drunk once observed: "Pussy: it'll get you to move a couch on your day off."

Old class...

Sitting here waiting for dinner to get done cooking and I'm listening to some old Deliverance... wow, nice even still!  This was one of my favorite bands back when I was a lost little boy of about 12-13.  they were christian, but that didn't matter.  They rocked something fierce.  And they seemed to have a good message... although very christian in meaning.  Even still, I listened and head banged and such to their amazing sounds.

Ah, those were some good times, even if it put into my head some shitty complexes... anyway... I went to a few good shows back then, and still find that there are some pretty good bands from the christian sector.

(just as a side note, those fucking potatoes were awesome!)

Oh, here's my big announcement