Happy early Halloween, "ladies."

Hear ye! Hear ye! Delicious News!

Thanks to Julia, I had a delicious encounter today: TROPICAL NERD ROPE! If original Nerd Rope is the t-shirt and jeans of the Nerd Rope Candy World, then this new flavor is the fine fur that you would use to dress up such a standard outfit.

P.S. Dear Nerd Ropes c/o of Wonka Candy,

I found a human finger in my last Nerd Rope. Please send me a case of them. Fingers not Nerd Ropes. Tropical Flavor if you can spare them.

I love Halloween! You know why? Well sit down. Are you sitting? Good! Anyhow, the on-demand on the cable has an excellent selection of B-horror films. Right now, Jodie and I are watching The Possessed.

Here are the characters so far:

Some chick who looks like Traci Lords: lead singer of the ghost band
Lance Bass with fetal alcohol syndrome: a studio exec.
A chick who probably cuts herself on and off camera: New lead singer of Ghost Band
A guy in a shirt with a hamburger shirt that says "Eat Me": Himself
D-Bag in a visor: The bassist
Christopher Lloyd's surgically separated siamese twin: a travelling wizard
Pretty boy Nick Cave: a guy who pretends to use a mixer
Some blonde chick: some blonde chick who likes to fuck guys in bands

Plus we have been treated to a bunch of butt rock. I hope everyone dies in the end. This band makes me want to stop listening to music.



Look at this faggat!

CRA-ZY

This week has been insane. Something that I thought was going to be a small project has blown up. I don't really know if I am comfortable with this. My name being known has put intense pressure on me. Too many phone calls, emails and blog posts. It is fucking overwhelming. I am exhausted. I don't know if I can do it anymore.

I am ready to leave. To move on. I can hardly stand the midwest's culture of civility. Columbia is not my home. Maybe I will change my mind next week.