Listening to Foo Fighters at work for the 800th time. When I get an Album (if I like it) I'm the type of guy who'll listen to it exclusively over and over until I have the entire thing memorized.
I don't know why I do that.
As usual I am perplexed about my complex romantic entanglements. It's been one king hell fuck of a year. The three main babes have been trying to kill me, themselves and each other quite vigorously. I overstate the case a bit, but not by much. Suffice to say I don't much like the way things have gone. None of them satisfied me very much and I've doubtless disappointed them bitterly and often. "I don't owe you anything!"
Well, to keep it short my favorite dream for lo these many years is to sail away from all thing on a mid-sized sailboat with a supply of rum and pornography and be done with it. Love is vastly over rated. Solitude not so much. 'Nuff said.