december 24, 1 a.m.

rock on mother fuckers.

damn, i'm like home from the supersuckers and i'm sober and happy. unfortunately i smell like a beer and tequilla factory since i had at least five drinks tossed over my head tonight. go figure. good thing i didn't have to explain that to a cop. i'm also hoarse and can't hear a fucking thing but what the hey. had a great time ... saw some good friends including the miner hippie freaks who work up in the middle of the freakin desert, wished everyone a merry christmas, got a bunch of handshakes from the guys, and a kiss from melanie, and got my ass rubbed half the night by a guy and his girlfriend who wanted to get past me and closer to the stage. all in all good times. eddie just fuckin rocks, that's all there is to it. got to play on his bass for the first time too.

all in all a damn good night.

i don't know ... i'm like finally in a good mood. started with the company christmas party and stuff and some possible good news and changes on the horizon. we'll see ... don't want to jinx it. it ain't washington sadly, but it might work as a temporary stop gap measure and stuff.

i guess the only real bummer this year is that it doesn't seem at all like christmas ... girlfriend won't be down until next week and the brother's staying in arizona ... not putting up anything here for me and tigger ... kind of pointless i guess. at least b will be with some family  and i'll be with mom, and of course there's always that stupid cell phone ... which i have to change damn it. cingular sucks ... we both need new numbers anyway. 

so anyway, for those of you who read this or care or whatever ... merry christmas, and since i probably won't be writing anything again until the new year, happy new year as well. may you all find a little peace (or piece as the case may be) and happiness in this restless world. i'm off to figure out how to take off this arm band, lol.

rock on ...

snuff