Let There Be Rock.

Headin' down to the House of Blues tomorrow to get me some tickets to the Motörhead/Corrosion of Conformity show coming up this April.

Good times for me.

It Ain't Over 'Til You Both Get Your Cookies ...

Have you ever like, ate some spicy food, and then your nose like, starts to get all runny ... and some snot runs down onto your upper lip, and then you like, lick it off with your tongue ... then think about how disgusting you are, because you just ate your own runny snot?






... Yeah, me neither.

That's No Moon...

One of these days, other people will know this lame blog exists.

That day shall be ... glorious.

We Named the Dog Indiana!

My bologna has a first name
It's O-S-C-A-R

My bologna has a second name
It's M-A-Y-E-R

Oh, I love to eat it every day
And if you ask me why I'll say ...

'Cause Oscar Mayer has a way
With B-O-L-O-G-N-A.

Yeah, I'm bored. I got nothing useful to say.

Deal with it.

Bored.

I'm hungry. There's nothing to eat here, that sucks. I would go out to eat, but that would require motivation and money, and I have neither at the moment. Oh well. Maybe I'll scrounge some change together and get me some chinese food. That would be good times.

Yup.

First Post.

I have no clue what the hell I'm typing here. It's true.

That is all.