Me

Well yesterday was very intersting day for me. A lot like Sodam and Gamora but without all the sex. Which reminds me, DON'T SEE THE BARE WENCH PROJECT!!! Its like watching a porno without all that intrusive sex getting in the way of the plot. Yeah I know, with a title like that I shouldn't be expecting a work of art, but fuck! Lets at least try and get some people who can act, spank you very much. Big fake tittied woman fine and all, but my theory is when seeing attractive woman in film or television is. They might be sexy as hell, but theres a million other shows/movies with sexy woman in them that are actually good. So fuck it, I'm going to go find a sexy woman in something with a decent plot and some resemblence of acting skills. Now I know I got off my orginal topic, as per usual. But I decided talking about yesterday might not be advantages to me staying out of the slammer. I'll just say this, shit is a lot more funny when flying high with Captain Morgan, The Meany Green, and the best god damn sugar cubes I have ever had. Nuff said.

Now I like to take some time out and talk about some of the diary's I read on a regular basis.

Anenigma Cool as hell, can see why everyone was freaking out when she started talking about leaving diaryland for awhile. Also, she confirms the idea that some woman have the capabilities to be as demented as me. Thank god I aint alone in my wierdness. Although I seem to be more incohernt then others, so I guess I'm special in that way. Explains why I ride the little yellow bus, or as Slyparadox likes to say. Riddin the tart cart.

Uncle Booby aka Uncle Bob I have taken up to refering to him as Uncle Booby for some reason. Lets not think to deep on this one, Freud would have a field day with that, but I just think it sounds funny as shit. Makes me wish I had a actual Uncle name Bob. Although I'm preaty sure he wouldn't like being called Booby. Damn tight ass bi-otch! Any way, I digress. He reminds me a lot of me. Except funnier, smarter, more money, has a wife and his own place and a car. Ok, we don't have much in common except the occasional prediliction to dick and fart jokes while cracking wacky about other shit.

Weetabix I always find it cool reading someone so in touch with there artistic side, but at the same time has a sense of humor. Nothing worse in this world then an a pretensious full themselves artist who takes themselves way to seriouly. Although I do have to admit I'm jealous that she actually has several books written already. Man I just need to stop being such a perfectionest when it comes to my writting, and just get it done. Now I will say, as a kid I too loved Mr Rogers. But the older I got, the more fucked up he started seeming to me. Lets just start with that afixed little grin he had all the time. I saw that type in my abnormal psychology class. Its called PTSD *Post Tramatic Stress Syndrom* or as they used to call it, shell shock. Now the teacher brought in a Vietnam vet who was an extreme case of PTSD, who had that same damn grin plastered across his face. He could be talking about his children or talking about firing off bee hive rounds in a hut to only find out that there was an old lady craddling a baby in there who got shredded to shit from the hooked rounds. No matter what, same damn grin, just like Mr. Rogers. Hell from that ab psych class, it looked as if Mr. Rogers suffered from many symptoms of PTSD. Does that mean Mr. Rogers was in a fox hole in the 60's. Blowing away "Charlie" while getting five dollar sucky sucky on his R&R? Just makes me want to start watching the show, waiting patiently for a flash back, and Mr. Rogers flipping out and taking the kids hostage during the arts and crafts portion of the show. Picking up one of the kids little paper mache models screaming "GET BACK OR I'M GOING TO CUT HIM MAN!" Oh the thought of that just makes it more bareable to deal with the hours upon hours of "heavily sadated want to cut my wrist while banging my head off the wall" Mr. Rogers Nieghborhood. Oh and one last thing, HE AINT DEAD YET!!!! Shit, I thought that ball of pent up insanity died years ago. So there is still a chance to see the headline.

"TODAY MR. ROGERS KILLS 35 PEOPLE IN A SEXUALLY DRIVEN KILLING FRENZY."

eh, a man can dream can't he.

Ragweed Now I got to say I feel sympathy for the guy. Now I know he needs more then just sympathy in this situation. Cause some times sympathy is your worse enemy when your hurting inside. All I can say is, I hope his life doesn't turn into the classic movie plot "I need my space so I'm moving out to another country, but where still good. We have grown apart so lets just be friends". Not to make light of his pain, but sometimes the best way to get past problems is exceptence and a good laugh. Oh, and to all you big tittied lose moraled woman, please do ol chromey a favor and send him a guestbook entry for a possilbe roomate. Think of the benifits of it, if he ever gets his musical career off the ground. You can be the "behind the scenes woman" who makes a fortune on a tell all biography on him when the well runs dry.

Well, I have said enough. I'm starting to bore myself.

LATER

It's about time - Wednesday, Jul. 07, 2004
An Honor for Chrome - Friday, Feb. 20, 2004
A great loss - Monday, Oct. 20, 2003
a terrible announcement. - Tuesday, Sept. 09, 2003
Chrome speaks: - Friday, Sept. 05, 2003