I brought my PEN-CILLLLLLLL!

Gimme something to write on man!

Month-Schmonth. The reasons for my self imposed exile from Blogville are not there right now.I had to blog. Hard habit to break. Sorta like heroin, smoking or knowing that your neighbor walks around naked all the time with their shades open and trying not to look. Actually Dave and I ran in to that particular problem years ago. The situation is made twice as hard (as the first time I said goodbye) if the neighbor is really, really hot and gives head to her boyfriend in the kitchen.

Anyhow, what have I been up to you ask? Plenty of the regular readers know a lot of this stuff already, but for those of you that don't I will let you know the following. In the last week and a half I have........

• Been making some friends.
• Earned a nickname. (if you ask what it is, I will tell. hehehe. Fun story)
  
• Kicked someone out of my apartment....and held the door for them. Funny shit.
  
• Seen Bill Malonee live. What an amazing artist. You should all check him out.
  
• Got a complete physical at the doctor's office
• Found out at that visit that my lungs were aged just 32 years (I'm only 32 for those of you who don't know that)
  
• Decided that if that was the case, I can keep smoking.
  
• Gotten an EKG taken during that visit.
• Been told that the EKG read an "Old infarction"
• Learned what an infarction is....and freaked out midly after joking with the Doc....he assured me that heartbreak and lonliness do not count towards infarction readings on an EKG.
• Decided that I should quit smoking before I have a second infarction.
  
• Played some of my songs for a group of complete strangers and got a great reaction to the songs and my voice. The word beautiful was used.
  
• Wrote a few new songs
  
• Had a few great nights
• Signed up as a volunteer with both the Make a Wish Foundation and Pcanc.
• Have taken some giant leaps towards getting my life in order.
  
• Realized though I have some very, very down moments and that I have screwed up many, many times in life, that I am a pretty nice guy, people like me and are attracted to that and that I am good at being happy, lightening the mood, making people laugh, feel better about themselves and I LIKE MYSELF when that is what I do.
• Typed some really, really long run on sentances.
  

God I fucking feel like I could scale a goddamn mountain right now. Just knowing and loving what other people see in me. I have gained some weight, the bags are leaving my eyes, I'm charming as all damn hell when I want to be, my abs and chest look better than they ever have and I'm pretty sure that if I squeezed hard enough right now that monkeys holding flowers(Stargazer Lillies of course) would come bursting out of my ass and spread sunshine all over the place....so put on a happy face. I know that makes no sense at all, but I can't do a jig on my blog.

I want to buy the world a fucking coke and teach them all to sing. Shout back at me peeps. Get your assses to Raleigh! (Oh please, please re-read that last sentance and read it in an "Ah-Nuld" voice ala Total Recall). I have a big empty apartment and time enough to party, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Later Y'all

Okay so this is sort of a blogasm here I know. IT's been so looooooooong.

Life Rocks, you all rock, I rock!
WE LOVE YOU BOISE!
GOODNIGHT!

P.S. I also found out that for some reason, spell check isn't working tonight.