social distortion makes me want to drink beer out of a longneck bottle, smoke cigarettes, and play pool....they have that sound, that scratchy, tacky floor littered with peanut shells sound, the sound that makes people with motorcycles hang out and chicks who ride on the back of motorcycles shake thier lucious asses provocitively on the dancefloor....
stage 14 is done, lance is comfortably in yellow, things appear right with the world, at least on the superficial surface....
bread and circuses...yay..
no matter what happens, the world keeps going around the sun and we keep marking the passing, the future, much like the hits, keeps on commin'! i have less than one week before i go back to the states for a few months in preperation for the new job. the next few months will be busy, i won't write much online (my notebook journal is getting a good workout) but eventually, i will be back to keeping the online journal blog thing. i will go back to blogging, full contact blogging, with the note leaving and the reading and the daily posting etc etc. ...
i hope my plane doesn't crash.
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