Cast of Chicago Aspirations: (see blog)
i made this page to keep up with my friends and because my band is full of members now, so i didn't want to hog the whole thing up on my personal stuff/rants... i like drums (i've played drums since i was 10) and keyboards and pretending to be a singer, i sing in this band called comasoft [ web site: www.comasoft.com or Buy CD ] we're like a glam rock electronic band or something like that, i'm a nice guy but extreeeeemly self destructive, i tend to have to much fun and stay out waaaay to late. i make bad decisions constantly and i'm constantly let down because i hav too high of expectations about my life, i've had this hair cut since 2002 so anyone thats all mad about emo/linear/backwards hair-cuts can fuk off... i have a mild case of germaphobia, i think because i lived in complete filth when i was in collage. we had huge keg parties in the carpeted basement and never really cleaned up from one party to the next... one time i guess
it was so damp down there from the spilled beer and
swet that wild mushrooms grew right up from the carpet, not the good ones either i 'm talking about those big
slimy gross ones that grow in your lawn as a kid and fly into a million slimmy pieces of discustingness when you
run them over with the lawn mower or hit them with a stick, you know what i'm talking about...now i wash my hands alot and hate touching
the door nob in public bathrooms(although i do like using public restrooms which is strange i know).
i think people should go by literal names... or what i call "Dances with Wolves" names... this kid from GR i knew just went by Chinese guy with Braces. i also know a girl i call Alley Sheedy Face, cus you know, she kinda looks like Alley Sheedy.
I need to add a section to my List of Words I Hate called Phrases I Hate... Here is my first entry: "Go for the Gusto" I would add "Get-er Done" but I think that goes without saying...
i'm starting to really hate working more and more, i mean if this is all there is then i'm in for some real trouble. humans aren't made to sit in cubes all day. its like i get urges to tackle a tech guy and beat him with a femur bone or something, although i guess i'd have to use a stapler or laptop docking station. either that or bring my own femur bones to work...anyway the more i think about it the more i like snakes... they are so cool the way they slither around aren't they?There is something extreamly silly about slapping people in the face with a fish... every time i think about slapping someone in the face with a fish i just crack up... i use to work with this girl that i really can't stand and if i ever see her again and i have a raw trout or perch or something handy i'm totally going to wack her with it, not hard or anything, i'm against violence... just a good "boink" so everyone around will enjoy it... i'm thinking she might even laugh about it after she's done hitting me back with her Prada purse...
there is something evil about chickenwings... my distain for public highfives and bent-rim baseball hats seems to be at war with my love of eating chickenwings... 2fresh and i were eating chickenwings once when a dude asked me for a smoke and when i told him i didn't smoke he said i looked like somebody that smoked... i wanted to tell him he looked like somebody that throws allot of highfives but didn't...
i've started drawing again... i'm mostly drawing snakes doing funny things like holding bottles or wearing pants with just one leg... i'm going to branch out into other creatures doing anthramophic activities... (i'm sure i spelled that wrong but you know what i mean)... like squirrels shooting automatic weapons and rabbits smoking... oh wait i've already seen that somewhere... damn it, smoking rabbits... now thats art...
i like to send long and wordy messages to my friend chrispy... he has an appreciation for literature and him and i go back and forth with ridiculous tails of dinosaurs and donkeys doing strange things and historical figures acting in outrageous fashion... its fun... you should try it with someone... its like MadLibs but with paragraphs...
I think i'm going on a quest to bring more dangling participles into rock music... why is it that hip pop gets to use them all. "where you at?" If i had a time machine i'd go back to the birth of rock and roll and i'd inject some of this non sense into it. I'd hang out with Jimmy Page and Robert Plant (who'd totally want to hang out with me because I was from the future and they would think that was 'far-out') and i'd beg them to change the name of their soon to be classic jam to: "Where the Stairway to Heaven at?" I'm almost positive that's all it would take.
I wish spaghetti was good for you because i could eat it 10 times a week.
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