Okay guys...
Jul. 26th, 2003 10:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
philrancid(this finishes the statements about the album) ...as I prepare to hit the Post button, the outtro to "Squealer" is going--of course, now while, I'm revising my entry to include all this, we're well into the title track...
Who wants to help me get up money to go see the Dave Brockie Experience when they come down to Fort Lauderdale in September?
Hmm.
That's what I was afraid of.
Look, no, really; If I had money, I would help you guys out, really I would, in your life's endeavors, but the fact of it is, when congress and the RIAA finally get around to killing all the fileshares in this world, i'm going to be the first one to go without computer programs, well, besides the ones i have, but when they break, or go bad, or whatever, then I'm screwed. I only have broadband because I signed up for it with a contract, back when I was working two jobs and had good credit and even three credit cards to my name--well, four. But then my mind went strange on me, again, and here I am with No jobs, watching the kids, and wanting to go see GWAR, but, since they're not touring now, DBX will work just fine, as it's part of GWAR anyway.
I keep thinking I'll pop a buck or two Lonita's way, when we catch up on our bills here, just because I feel like that would be a good thing to do. Maybe, after Tiger gets her license, and I sell a few stories (ha! have to write 'em first, Shogun) every thing will be just peachy, but somehow I ain't so sure about all that as I was before.
Anybody who reads my shit know of someone who could do a good job of proofing books n shit, for free, and a great honorable mention in said books, that doesn't mind graphich horror at times? I know someone who would love to proof my stuff, but she hates horror, can't reade it, and some of the stuff I write just waltzes right in with a bucket of blood and lets you have it.
But anyway. I wish the missus weren't so tired lately--you ever just get that urge to give head, and you can't? It's a real pain in the ass, let me tell ya. I dunno--maybe I'm ovulating or something--real randy-ish lately.
Working on a song for Nipple, because he just Rocks! Man, he's just right out of control, baby. I hope he works out what his trip is soon, so's'n it won't be bugging him as much.
Yo, ya'll you ain't speakin' to me, sometimes, but you all still rule.
Love,
the Son of Bob
Who wants to help me get up money to go see the Dave Brockie Experience when they come down to Fort Lauderdale in September?
Hmm.
That's what I was afraid of.
Look, no, really; If I had money, I would help you guys out, really I would, in your life's endeavors, but the fact of it is, when congress and the RIAA finally get around to killing all the fileshares in this world, i'm going to be the first one to go without computer programs, well, besides the ones i have, but when they break, or go bad, or whatever, then I'm screwed. I only have broadband because I signed up for it with a contract, back when I was working two jobs and had good credit and even three credit cards to my name--well, four. But then my mind went strange on me, again, and here I am with No jobs, watching the kids, and wanting to go see GWAR, but, since they're not touring now, DBX will work just fine, as it's part of GWAR anyway.
I keep thinking I'll pop a buck or two Lonita's way, when we catch up on our bills here, just because I feel like that would be a good thing to do. Maybe, after Tiger gets her license, and I sell a few stories (ha! have to write 'em first, Shogun) every thing will be just peachy, but somehow I ain't so sure about all that as I was before.
Anybody who reads my shit know of someone who could do a good job of proofing books n shit, for free, and a great honorable mention in said books, that doesn't mind graphich horror at times? I know someone who would love to proof my stuff, but she hates horror, can't reade it, and some of the stuff I write just waltzes right in with a bucket of blood and lets you have it.
But anyway. I wish the missus weren't so tired lately--you ever just get that urge to give head, and you can't? It's a real pain in the ass, let me tell ya. I dunno--maybe I'm ovulating or something--real randy-ish lately.
Working on a song for Nipple, because he just Rocks! Man, he's just right out of control, baby. I hope he works out what his trip is soon, so's'n it won't be bugging him as much.
Yo, ya'll you ain't speakin' to me, sometimes, but you all still rule.
Love,
the Son of Bob
