writer's block, sleep deprivation...

I crave a blunt. I haven't smoked since October. Ohhh I have a seriious case of writers block. What else can I do but provide you with my thoughts. is it me, or does it seem hard as hell to type lying down on a laptop. Especially one that is connected to the dsl and the plug. my stupid ass left the computer on sleep mode all night. I went to a funeral today. Perhaps that is why I am sleep deprived. This man was a cool laid back hippie type. His wife and son were gunned down about 2 years ago and he gets hit with terminal cancer. Leaving his daughter alone in this world. survived by his parents. Brothers and Sisters but his daugther...alone. what a feeling. It is really sad when you think about how good some of us have it and others...just keep on, despite the drama. I watched THE LIFE OF DAVID GALE the other day. Decent flick, similar tone. Are we all individuals who just think that we can spin the globe without getting dizzy. How come we do not listen to each other. Why do we stomp on the roach without wondering where it came from. Or better yet, without wondering why it is here in the first place. I crave a blunt. I want a new job. I have that itchy feeling to pack up and move out of this 10 year hole. embark on a new task. Hitchhike accross the country. Sleep with Brazilian women. NAh, been there done that... I crave a blunt. So many items floating in my head. I dont want my brother to go to IRAQ. I know he'll come back but how. Scattered thoughts of death and violence. Random halucinations. Body disfigurement? W sucks. I hope he reads published blogs. Stop the war and find a way to get our world correct instead of corrupt. I crave a blunt. I want a new job. I want a new lay. I want a new house. I need a new suit. I have to lose some weight. I guess eating cranberries at 3am will not help matters. I crave a blunt. Blog, blog, blog. BILLY ELLIOT is a stupid movie. I want to eat a greasy burger. with cheese, mayo and lettuce. Waffle house is open...yummy. A 3am burger at wafflehouse...ummmmmmm, nah. All that will do is make me sick. A blunt would have been great right now. My head would swim, my munchies would have kicked in and away I go into the wild blue yonder. Chasing dreams and becoming a split personality. Me myself and I all three of us thinking at one time. All the while trying to accomplish 3 things at one time. It must be tough being god. Father Son and Holy Ghost. Man....I see. If ME, Myself and I are similar to Father Son and Holy Ghost...God must have some killer weed or at least a great since of humour. Why else would he have me typing this blog at 3 am. Maybe I should go to waffle House. or perhaps I should turn on the idoit box and watch sportscenter again. I have a crush on Suzy Kolber. Yi. Sheeee..zesss perty. Linda K. has a camel toe tonight. Um.mmmm I like camel toes... They leave no room for the imagination but open up endless curiosities. You ever see a woman presenting with a camel toe? You lose all interest in the speech. All you can do is wonder, what does it smell like, what does it look like, hairy or smooth, nappy or straight....what causes a woman to wear tight panties, so tight that her vagina is clearly visible. Perhaps it is done on purpose. I crave a cheeseburger with lettuce and tomato, and of course a blunt.

En peace.