yeehaw.

it's 5:34 am. i just finished drawing a huge drunk dog for the paper. it's supposedly going to be "all over the paper" soon. it's kind of scary to think of it like that. it's just sitting on my desk right now, but in a few days 150,000 people will look at it for a few seconds. it came out pretty good though i thinks. it's not a stick figure at all, but you can still tell i drew it. i'll scan it for you guys later.

Buzz called me a little while ago. It was like 4:30 am when he called.

"Hey am I calling too late?"
"Well, kinda, yeah."

The scary thing is he really wasn't. Just about everyone here was up, but just in case he thought it might be a good habit to start calling every night at 4:30, i told him it was too late. Buzz is funny. He was at his dad's house and he was whispering cos he wasn't supposed to be on the phone. He was talking about buying waterfront property for me and Angele to live in. Then his dad woke up and he freaked out.

"I have to go! My dad just woke up!"

What a character.

Look. This is my new friend, Evan Williams.



This little grocery store around the block sold me a case of these little airplane liquor bottles for 8 bucks. That means I'm cooler than you. Me and Angele went out to this little Italian place this weekend and drank a bottle of wine and got all drunk and two of these little bottles fell out of my hidden handsewn "drinkin pouch" inside my hoodie and rolled across the floor. "Good one," said the melting faced girl at the table next door.



I'm almost finished reading another book. It's the autobiography of Chuck Jones. It's quite an insane book. I would try to describe it, but there really isn't any point to describing an autobiography. Just read it if you like the man. I think I'm gonna stick with non-fiction stuff for now. I bought a book about Buster Keaton that I'm gonna read next. After that, I'm gonna read that Youth in Revolt book that Brad was reading on the Greyhound on the way to Seattle a while back. I only remember this because I have a little cartoon of Brad in a notebook somewhere saying, "Will you please leave me alone, I'm trying to read my book."

Bastard.

Look at this sign I "found" earlier tonight.



I remember the first time I saw this sign saying to Angele, "Wow. I'm gonna steal that sign one day." I'm a man of my word.

Everyone needs to set goals.

Me and Josh have been talking up a bunch of new killogg related ideas. We'd let you in on them, but then you'd get all anxious. And then what happens when we then decide to kick back and sip our lemonades in our dirt farm hammocks? You freak out, that's what. There's a lot of fun stuff planned for the future of killoggs though (including some new heads...you headless whiny bastards). The new features are gonna be totally sweet like ninjas. You'll flip out and kill people for no reason at all.

There's a few more smurf comics left. I'm gonna run them all as a series. Some are better than others. Some of them make me feel naughty. I didn't know I was capable of unleashing such horrors. You'll see. Angele's first response to them was "Ha ha. Those are funny. But... .... YOU drew them."

Hmmmm. Sorry... I'm not really a sick bastard... Really.

Anyway, I need to take the garbage out before the big loud truck with the dirty little men comes. Have fun working (reading killoggs) while I sleep all day...

today at work, me, "book editor" [yet another of the made-up titles i've given myself here] received a review copy of a book titled silver spoon kids: communicating about money in healthy ways; teaching strong values and compassion; and preventing a feeling of entitlement.

too bad someone didn't write this book 25 years ago.

if there's one thing i hate about the area that i live, it's this feeling of entitlement that pervades it. everyone here is rich, everyone's parents are rich. someone once complained to me that their parents didn't put a big bow on their car when they gifted it ... to which i pointed out that her parents did actually give her a car.

around here, it's standard practice for one's parents to cover minor and major whims: cell phones, airline tickets, two-week vacations in thailand. maybe i'm just jealous, i'm not sure. i mean, i wasn't exactly in the poorhouse when i was a kid, though i remember my brother and i going to nightshift work with my dad when there was no babysitter and my mom was also working nightshift at a convenience store. we kept some messed-up hours. my parents gave me everything they could, and for that i'm grateful, but i would have never approached my parents with the attitude and demands that are so status quo today.

i don't know why, this really bothers me.

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i got an e-mail from amazon today, reminding me of my upcoming birthday. thank you, amazon, i didn't know this. it doesn't matter to me, amazon, so it shouldn't matter to you.

i don't like my birthday. i had a game last year on that night, postgame i hung out at a bar with friends and essentially cried my eyes out. the year before, i spent it alone. i'm not sure about the year before that, but a few years earlier i distinctly remember celebrating with my college newspaper compadres, and later in the early hours of the day, gasping for breath in my rundown basement apartment, as i wondered where the years had gone and where my life was headed. straight to hell, it seemed at the time.

this year i've got a concert ticket. just me and a 930 club full of strangers. i'm looking forward to this, this is how it should be. i'm not a fan of birthdays, in general. at least not my own.

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my nightmares are back. last night was all blood, all the way. brandon and his younger brother were visiting dc. brandon left the room and someone arrived with the intent of killing his brother. i took the bullets, three in the back. then one in the head, just to make sure i was dead. i wasn't, though, i stayed remarkably still and marveled at the numbness in my jaw.

later an old man had a heart attack in the backseat of a convertible, and no one would help him. blood started streaming from his eyes, his nose, his mouth, his ears. i tried helping him, i was doused in blood, his and mine.

i'm tired of being so bloody in my dreams.

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i've decided to get a part-time job. i'm going to ask if i can barback at the place i hang out after all my games; for some reason bartending has always been some sort of god-like position to me. because they control the beer.... no, really, i've always wanted to do that, and i've got years of experience at bars. if that doesn't work i have this plan for helping people make HOV restrictions that i think could be really lucrative and not at all personally dangerous.

Many women I have met love shopping for clothes or shoes. Some of my friends get a kick out of thrift store shopping, others like garage or book sales. I like grocery shopping. I like to shop alone. There was a time when I had to go to the store with a big piece of paper (telling everyone 'My girlfriend said for me to get these things.'), but I can go alone now. The only problem is that every single time I go, something I thought I put into the cart does not show up at home. I always check the receipts and the items aren't there either. Yesterday, it was a pound of sliced turkey. A week ago, it was a pound of cod. Last month, it was a six-pack of toilet tissue. It is like looking for missing socks. Maybe I'm still shopping disabled. It is just funny. I don't know why or how it happens. One day someone from the HEB will chase me to my car with some rotting meat and toilet paper and yell, "Sir, YOU FORGOT THIS!"

Everyone watch the news in the morning? Is it me, or is it just not fun anymore? I put on CNN and I just sigh with a tinge of sadness. I did laugh about those prisoners at Camp X-Ray trying to speak loudly and get attention for their 'plight.' I found it funnier that anyone finds this newsworthy enough to broadcast.

There is this site online, by some religious type that condones the eating of cats and dogs. He actually has a picture of a cat skinning in process. That's the most disturbing image. I would put up a link, but that's just bad. Gay hair metal is ironic. Religious links are funny. Cat recipes aren't.

I know Zack does, but does anyone else watch 'Home Movies' on Adult Swim on the Cartoon Network? Maybe I can ask Mike M. for copies from his TiVo. I was a big fan of 'Dr. Katz.' I think everyone else hated that cartoon. I loved it. That's sorta why I like 'Home Movies.' The writing is a alot better.

I turn 26 on the 16th. Michelle will be 27 on the 14th. We're going to bake a cake on the 15th and just not talk about age, but how much fun the last year has been. Maybe we can fly the kite again. Still, we're both looking forward to the Spurs v. Lakers game on the 20th, I mentioned before.

Say hi to you and yours for me!

I really wish now that I had better pictures of my sister. All I ask is that no one bother her or try to contact her out of respect for her privacy.
And these pictures are 3-5 years old. My parents have more if you'd like me to post them. She's 23, going the route of Thib, at pharmacy school.

Thanks!

second post. summation of position on killoggs.
left out pedigree. went to high school with zach (i think)
used to bite milky and agitprop
my pedigree is now incestuous but i am sure amry and josh are very good in bed

position on recent posts
1. Mary is a feminist
2. Kara is cute
3. Kiche likes pizza
4. Ben is strange and has very mixed feelings about the mentally handicapped
5. every person has the capacity to be racist, sexist, piggist, and or stupid and it has nothing to do with skin color, genitalia, or political upbringing

in my own news, i must soon visit my arch nemesis, mr. michael book. i need his help to get my work published. i always respected the man but hinestly he intimidates the hell out of me. and i always had a crush on him.

i am in btr for the first time in two years. wish me luck. for all you gifties, i will also be driving to natchitoches on monday to drop off work for a traveling giftie art exhibit, coming to a town near you.