adieu, adieu, parting is such dumb sorrow

i like this because this sam beam character looks remarkably like my brother, kyle, were he maybe just a bit hairier. not to mention its pretty music . also, i love you blogger and thats why i'm leaving. (i can't quit you baby so i'll put you down for a while)



besides i have a 'u' key that sticks.

i just 'bing'ed 'google'.

goodnight.

don't fucking touch me

I said, "Doctor, (Doctor!) Mr. M.D., (Doctor!)
Now can you tell me, tell me, tell me,What's ailin' me?"(Doctor !)
He said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yes, indeed, all you really need is good lovin'!
(as well as this bottle of Sulfacetamide Sodium Opthalmic Solution.")
good lovin'!

you already know too much

break at work

drinking coffee and rainwater in even ratio, [the coffee for the antioxidant properties, rain for the oxidants] and the kid says to me over the din
"this gets repetitive"
"yep".

"But the need," she protested, "it's void. What can fill that?"
He cocked his head and grinned at her. "What is already filling it. The real thing"
-Thomas Pynchon

Quitting Cigarettes is very hard. But if this works out, I'm counting on you to not let me be one of the preachy ones.

[it kind of feels like your soul really has to pee and your best bud just up and disappeared]

cinnamon surrogate cigarette

yep

another dumb clean joke plus new 'interactive' epilogue!

Dear Diary,

I was driving home and imagining a picture to myself. The picture was of myself [a favorite subject, is this not why I have a blog after all?] It wasn’t really an exciting picture, but I was imagining it hard and that’s what counts. Though I suppose driving home is a sort of bad time to be really imagining anything or fully delving into daydreams, etc in the first place. But anyhow I was and a little bored, and a little lonely too [is this not yet another reason I have a blog?] And in the picture of myself I was wearing cowboy boots. I am not sure why, maybe it was because of the hillbilly music the radio was playing. At any rate, I’m driving home and picturing this and I’m thinking to myself, “Jesus, I look silly, who wears cowboy boots with shorts?!”

Hyuk hyuk hyuk.

Your turn to imagine a picture of me:

In real life once I wore black-loafers-with-no-socks-and-shorts-and-short-sleeves -and-a-tie to a wedding because it was the groomsmens’ “uniform” and I had to. I was a little fat then.

Looks like Baby Huey or something right?


Okay bye!
-Keith Dubya

so

i stained a dock, i am proud of myself.

"I feel like a fuckin', i don't know- like a buzzard or somethin'"

This Seems Fun

To read. not do. I guess

can no get nuff again

mt. eerie, still

they don't write 'em like they used to

[thank heavens]

or 'summer anthem'? if you prefer:


speaking of matchsticks
here is a ukulele some old man made out of them and then later put images of it onto the internet-


speaking of all of this, here is a picture of nicholas cage-

lost weekend

so you remember that feeling you get when you're all set to go someplace, lets say, church or a wedding, you're all dressed up and ready and trying not to fuck up the creases in your pants, et cet. but it's not time to go yet really so you're just fucking around sitting all antsy on the couch in your tie and theres not enough time to even get into anything or go out and play so you just kind of sit there? yep.

in other news: i've got this box of fruity pebbles which i should finish because they're getting stale. [ps. i've been cutting them with grape nuts in a sort of half-assed, albeit tasty attempt at healthfulness]

i swear to god

this seriously pretty much sums up a tattoo commission i got

what does it mean

when a black cat crosses your path but that black cat was being assaulted by another which was interrupted in the process by your very path-crossing? whoah, how about it? reading too much into things? yes but why not. my boss read me my horoscope the other day and i'm thinking 'oh great, just what i need...more hoodoo superstitious nonsense mucking up blah blah blah' but the horoscope said people would be complimenting me willy nilly so i adopted the ol' willful suspension of disbelief and had a blast.

also-minor scrapes and burns, minor monetary tragedies, will they mind if i brush my teef at work?, proud of 'cutting back' to about a pack a day, googling 'e-cigarettes', 'lateen rig', and 'steve prule prom'.

NO BIG DEAL, SUHVIVIN'

here is a haiku

happy-dumb smiling,
trudgin through ugly nonsense
oh boy, supper time!

Resume Transmission

because i did something cool [e-dentity crisis]

bare styrofoam hull, contrived rudder pin, duct-taped sail >>> Manic Monday

dear diary [thanks j.j. abrams]

yesterday after work i drove some golf balls at a golf ball driving range and two little boys laughed at me. it hurt my feelings a little but at least they didn't try to rob me. i am bad at golf. later on i fell out of a tree. it was a good day!

here is a fun exchange:
"because you're good like that?"
"duh, if it's good, i'm like it-- most of the time"

there was also pizza and plenty of good old fashioned joking-around. i sure love springtime but bedtime is still scary sometimes. i've been streaming old episodes of LOST so that i don't have to think about myself, which is healthier and cheaper than getting blind drunk and just passing out. hoo-ray!
i have to go to work now, bye.
love,
keith dubya bush