Home Sweet Home

So I don't always know what day it is. The guys let me know when we're practicing, or have a gig, so I don't have to fucking trouble with that.

But I do know I love my home, sweet home. I never know who I'm going to find here, and more often than not, it's someone I want to fuck.

How many of you can say that huh?

Take tonight. I came in around ten to change for drinks over at Moochers. And BAM, I run right into this guy coming out of my kitchen. Totally hot. Hell, we didn't even talk to each other, just started tearing off each other's clothes.

Fuck me, he was a wild ride.

Just saw him out the door and felt like telling all of you to FUCK OFF! I had me some GREAT FUCKING SEX and you're sitting at home fucking reading about it.

I'm talking to you Horndog.

RenEv

I met this really cool lady yesterday in my wanderings. She goes by Renegade Evolution and she's got a lot of interesting things to say. I really love how she sticks up for other women.

Horndog, guys, if you visit her and give her any shit I will fucking castrate you. YOU HEAR ME?

So here's where you can find her Renegade Evolution

Play nice guys, I like her.

Too Much Time

What the fuck do people DO with all this TIME on their hands? I've practiced til my fingers about fall off, I've written three new songs that I HATE, and I've decided I don't like the fancy FUCKING mustard, but absolutely LOVE the regular yellow one.

I've also started looking around at other people's blogs to see what in the HELL they're talking about.

Okay, so I've found some real interesting things out there, and some people that maybe I'd like to get to know better. But I've also found a bunch of nutzoids.

Shit, it's just now going on 12:30 and I'm thinking about going to bed. Alone, no less. That really SUCKS.

There was one guy I read today though, that got me hot just with his writing. He'd probably kill me in person, but I'd sure like to give him a try.

11-11-11

I started writing this at 11, so I guess that counts.
My father was a war buff. Told my brothers and me stories all the time. Maybe it's not something you should be raising your kids to, but he did alright by us. Got me to thinking that there's more of a war going on every day, then you read about in the news.

All I've got to say is, I hate fucking war. Dad say's they're necessary, and I won't go against the man, but still. Good people die. Wives and mothers die. Innocents die. Children die.

So for all of them, and for the men and women in uniform, here's my tribute:

This Ever Happen to You?

I was bar hopping with a friend of mine who’s a male prostitute. He’s a married guy that cheats on his wife with both men and women, and sells himself to men. We were at this one dive bar, and a guy came up to me and asked if I had any “works”. I told him “not on me”.

My friend pulls me aside and asks me what “works” are. I tell him, “stuff to shoot up with”. You know, inject drugs right into your bloodstream.

My friend about pops a vein he’s so pissed off at me.

Go figure.

BORED

We're playing tonight, and the boys have given me a DRINK LIMIT.
THREE! Now what the fuck is that all about?

Three fucking drinks. And that includes any after party I might go to.

AND they're dividing up their time so one of them is always with me. IS THAT INSANE OR WHAT?

FUCK OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Blech

Okay, so I was partying pretty hard there, but I don't think there's anything wrong with that, every once in a while, ya know?

So I come walking in to my place, and damned if Digger wasn't waiting for me. He took me over to Horndogs and the rest of the guys were there and they TALKED to me about all this drinking and such I was doing and how I was taking it too far when I started missing practice and all.

Pissed me off.

But I've had a few days to think about it now and the guys had a point.

Doesn't mean I want to be awake at fucking nine in the morning though.