Weekend

Be it a long drummed out look into a lunatic mind, or perhaps just a nonsensical raving about the cost of toenail clippings after being tossed into gold shavings. Creative tendencies can be a lucrative art selling machine. If it isn't a pet rock afterall, I'm looking at it sideways.

Another weekend approaches, and this time around I have nothing on the books. Sad but I shouldn't travel for a few more weeks just to let the Frankensteiner get used to it's new starter and cold morning jolts to life.

The last two weeks have just been boring enough at work that I decided to hit up match.com and start my search of the Intarwebb for a prospective rondezvous with destiny...if Destiny be her name. I layed everything out, and was totally myself.... no hits. Something sinks in the pit of my stomach when I think of how many people are out there in cyberspace and not even a creepy 60yr old dude pretending he's a lady will send me a message. Ughhh I just made me throw-up a bit in my mouth.

Looks like I'll cancel my account and head to the Glenville Bev center to try some Lambics.......