music, of course. but writing also. i love to write but get so lost in doing the other things i love i don't get a chance to finish many of these ideas in my head. i'm going to make this my april resolution - finish some form of story and get back to putting a focus on writing cause at the risk of sounding arrogant (and i hate arrogance, btw but robbi said i can't talk bad about myself anymore. ok, a lot of people have said that but she was the most recent) i am a damn entertaining person. people love to be entertained. i also love making people laugh. i'd call that one of my favorite talents i do have. nothing makes pain go away like laughter.
meatloaf. in part because it's one of those nicknames that sticks and i'd like to know the story behind it vs. the rumors you read online, but mostly because he's got some of the best vocals i've ever been graced to hear.
my mom. i will again one day but till then, she's always in my heart and gives me her strangth when i can't find my own.
i'd like to meet myself in another time. not like how will i look at 2am kinda thing, i've got a pretty good idea what i'll look like then. but i mean back in time - say 1200 bc when the vikings were all over the place. i know i was one of them and i just wonder if i was a damn cool viking that cracked up all the other vikings. then again even if there is reincarnation do you carry certain traits with you or do you have to start all over?
hillary clinton. ok, not *meet* her but it would be fun to sit behind her and make faces at the camera while she blithers on about whatever she's blithering on about now. maybe put my hand under my arm pit and make farting noises to catch her attention.
gumby. i'd like to be turned into claymation and party with gumby one night. knowing what condition i'll be in around 2am maybe i'll already look like claymation (and for me that's a lot of clay!) and just start salivating for green things. wait - in my kitchen that would be dangerous. scratch the gumby meeting idea.
da vinci. where in the hell did he come up with all the things he came up with? it would be fun to smoke a fatty with da vinci and just listen to him ramble.
fallen angel. any one will do. it would just be interesting to listen to their story of why they hate mankind so much and get an inside scoop on what it's like in the afterworld. maybe this is the afterworld in a "i was a viking in 1200 bc" sort of way. maybe i already smoked that fatty.
i'd like to meet the 1st guy to ever watch a chicken shit an egg and found out it was edible.
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strange how laughter looks like crying with no sound. sound familiar? it's a song lyric. first person to e-mail me which song it's from and the band wins a renegaderadio.net t-shirt. everyone else just gets to write me cause i'll probably not take this off here for awhile.
did i mention i love to write? i wanna write movies in the end. hurley from lost has shown me big dudes can be on the camera still so now i need to write a few roles for myself and then star in my own movies.
i've also started collecting movie posters from movies that meant something to me in time for their own reasons, not because i really loved the movie. but i've got always, revenge of the jedi, tron, spinal tap, grease and breakfast club so far. we'll see where things go from there.
3. 56" lcos, 20" dvd/vcr combo for porn when i have company over and need to "downsize" (did i say "downsize" and "porn" in the same sentence?) and a 20" one where i'm gonna put all my older gaming systems. i can only hope that answers the question cause reality TV SUCKS goat hair off an irishman.
i've read a few.
my mom and dad. growing up you never really appreciate what they do you for you till you're old enough to do it all for yourself. then you see the sacrafices they made for what they loved and it makes doing the same for what i love more meaningful.