the spell checker says i should capitalize days of the week but i'm not going to. fuck you spell checker. you can just fuck off however you please.

i wake up and always find, but always to my surprise, absolutely nothing and nobody right in front of me that was about to engage in pleasant and insightful conversation, a conversation to top all conversations past, present, and eons to come, monumentous in existence of this brief moment in the time all humans breathe. everything is all about me. hey, it's the dream fairy stopping by myu head this night. i woke up right after this little ditty, sorta laughed and was confused about it. shit i've had much weirder dreams than that one. yea. well, it or she or he could have been holding a gun instead of holding thoughts that needed to get out to the worthy individual standing at twelve o' clock. or it could be a cat. with fleas. or the RAGE!!!!! AAAAAAAAHHHH!!!! Zombie C A T !
that would actually be greatness.... okay.....
lets see...

it was tuesday and the sun was just coming out from behind the dark blue earth curtain, all was still and white milky hazed. she lay breathing peacefully next to her future husband.


to be continued. i got the notes right here. this shit will be fucking awesome!!!!!!

there is good news to be told, but no one will answer the phone. so no news is good news? but what if there is no way to tell anyone about the amazing thing that has just come across my path, my feet are happy. my phone is by my side, as always, but alas, no one calls me back or cares that i called. but this will not damper my smile, however. i'll just let everybody know when i am holding it in front of their faces.

here is some of my art.... i'm posting this again. enjoy!

they do not

so i got my little girl this book that on the back it reads, "Boys of all ages like to play the young scientist, show off with card tricks, and solve mind bending puzzles. they want to know it all, try things out, and amaze their friends. they like to experiment, repair, and create."

wtf, this sounds like me. andrea=little boy.

i got the book for my little girl because it said it has all kinds of activities in it, lots of stuff for her to check out. my girl is awesome. boys smell funny.

i'm listening to viva radio, www.viva-radio.com
so many great dj's, and so may different styles. someone even has a show dedicated solely to 'obscure cassette sounds from the african continent.' (wow) it's really cool. i like how all the wird string instruments are tuned in a different scale, some sweet weirdness in comparison to our 'every good boy does fine' and 'face.' ha.

lovely early and still cincinnati. pun intended. and of course, the fly girls, fuck yea.

just got done eating mcdonald's finest breakfast i have ever partaken of ever everest ever, all is well in my stomach, at least for now, well, until the coffee sets in and i have to take the most humongous shit ever known to mankind. sipping out of the styrofoam death trap makes it all even better, the deathtrap that knows no end to its ugly and wastoid styled life, a life much like mine feels at this very moment after hanging out with its evil shade of white styrofoam for these minutes: i am waiting to go in to work, yes, weirdly, i have arrived early today to chase the dollar at the little restaurant. anticipation of chasing death got me out of bed early this morning, i really don't know why, but hey, i'll go with it. it gives me a chance to write with the wifi from my car in a downtown parking spot. lovely early and still cincinnati.

i watched a ton of television yesterday. a fucking ton. mass. it's weird too, i usually don't do such things on my days off. i have errands to do, people to do or people to see, shit to get accomplished. but yesterday there was not a damm thing for my unproductive ass to do. i did end up actually going out of the house, but only for about an hour or so. it was with my friend sarah, she wanted to g o to plato's closet and try to sell some of our cklothing that we don't wear anymore. they didn't want any of my shit, which was surprising, since all my shit is awesome. i just didn't understand... but back to the point of me and the amount of television i watched yesterday: yes, it was a lot. this is due to the fact that i actually have cable now. i enjoy it still, the novelty phase has not worn off yet surprisingly. there was an hour filled of laughter from 'in living color,' that show is one of the funniest shows i have ever seen; i love the style and the way it tackled societal racial issues. fuckin funny as hell, laughing out loud. ....homie don't play that?!?!? are you fuckin for real Damon Waynes? he plays some lame ass house husband now on some disney television show, complete with a background laugh track. minus societal racial issues. my daughter loves the hell out of that Disney show, though. there are some funny things that happen, yes, but goodness. goodness. bring back homie the clown, handy man, and the homeless dude that carried a jar of his piss with a pickle inside of it. fuck! that shit makes me laugh out loud right now as i write. the characters those brothers came up with on that show, along with jim carrey and kelly coffield park... wow. fuckin genius. and of course, the fly girls. fuck yea.

dogs, dancing, and bugs

we jumped up and down on my bed to rock records, then i got dizzy and lay down for a bit. we ate pizza. the dog stole a piece bigger than him, he ate it all in about one minute, a great feat being that he is only about two pounds. now she is doing homework humming a tune she has made up most likely. her songs usually consist of dogs, dancing, and bugs.