Hey Kids!

So, it's been a while, sorry for that. Don't really have a good reason. But I haven't vanished. Some of you, I'm sure, are cursing this fact.

But I have a reason for this post. I just posted a deal on my poems page that I want folks to read. It is a lame attempt at lyrics to a country song. And although I use the name Stephanie in it, I am fairly certain it is not a revenge fantasy. For one, it is complete fantasy as I have never robbed a bank. For two, folks who know me well enough know that every woman I've had sex with has been named Stephanie, pretty much making them now out of bounds. And for three, Stef is not quite the kind of girl to go spending winnings from said imaginary heist on cocaine ond mescaline. Come to think of it, neither am I. So if Stef happens to read this, I love you babe, and most definatly am not hunting you.

And to my mother, may I remind you this is fiction. Country is all about hard livin' and hard dyin'.

Anyway, enough with the disclaimer. Please check it out, and tell me what you think. Tell me good or bad things, you won't hurt my feelings. In fact, I encourage honest critique as this will aid in future endeavors.

In closing, enough monkies in a room together can write great poetry.

Men Are Pigs

It's true. If you don't believe me, you're living in a fantasy land. Say hi to Mr. Tumnus for me. Anyway, I got more proof of this this weekend.

It was a good weekend, all in all. Especially the night in question, Saturday. Went down town to Benders Tavern to see The Railbenders. Apparently the name is not coincidence since the bass player is part-owner of the bar. It was a kick in the pants, what a show! Went with Katie, Sean, Allyson, Amanda, and Bob. They had a good time too, I think. Anyway, they were hawking these beer-cozy deals at the bar, and one of the bartenders told Ally she could get two to "add padding." (Wink wink) There's some proof of men's swinly tendencies there, but the proof I speak of is coming.

So, Allyson was telling us this story, and as she was doing so, my eyes wandered. Here and there at first, but they stopped at her chest, just as she looked at me to see if I was paying attention. Well, I was, I guess. Just not in the way she was looking for. So, I've alienated one of my dearest friends. For this I am deeply sorry. Damn my wandering eyes!!!

She did say it wouldn't have been so awkward had it not been me. This makes me wonder if she still buys into the whole "Laird and Bob are boyfriends" thing.

Anyway, I'm a pig. Always will be. There's not an ass or rack that is safe from my ogling. Can't change me, just hope you all still love me.