Good morning everyone. Another useless weekend wasted on drinking and acting stupid. Well, Friday was OK. I went to the Def Leppard concert for shits and giggles. It was rather fun to be honest. I haven't listened to them in such a long time. After that, we went out for some drinks. Well, just myself, Steve and Angie. Renee decided that she was going to go home because she had her Second City class in the morning. OK, I spent $45 for her ticket, $10 for parking, and then bought dinner. And she decides to go home right after the show. Can't even go out for a drink or two after all that I did for her. Fuck it. Who cares. I don't know why I even talk to her anymore.
Ok, Saturday...let me think. Oh yeah, I didn't do shit all day, then went to JJ Kelleys with some friends to support this band called Fractured and to watch Steve promote his band bROKEN Release. It was also very sad because Arcudi's father passed away that night. I figured he would want to stay with his family, but he decided he wanted to go out for a drink instead. So I went with him to JJ Kelleys so he didn't have to drink alone. Of course he had Joe and Steve, but they kind of do there band thing whenever we go to those places.
Sunday was pretty laid back. Finally got around to taking down the outside christmas lights and then went to practice at Jay's house. We finally have two new songs on our list, unfortunately we still need a singer and drummer. I don't think this band is going to go anywhere. Oh well, it's still fun as hell to make music that you can call your own. Anyway, time for me to get back to work. Have a nice day everyone.

Well ladies and gentlemen, the Condo search continues. There is absolutely nothing out on the market right now. Everything that is good gets taken immediately.
Here is some good news for me. I just bought a new computer today. A Dell! I've never owned a PC before in my life. I just want to get myself familiar with it again. I've been living in the Mac world for so long, I get lost whenever I use a PC. It's not the top of the line model, but it's good enough for me to surf the web and write resumes.
Speaking of resumes. I need a new fucking job. This place is sucking the life out of me. These buisness trips are straining and boring. The only perk is that it's in New York. But work is work.
I think I want a whole career move. Whatever!
Adios Amigos.

So I finally finished "Zodiac Unmasked."
Now that was a good fucking book. True crimes are always the best thrillers. Do you realize they would have caught the Zodiac had they done a second interview on his only victim to survive. Unfortunately, Arther Leigh Allen didn't become a prime suspect until two years after the murder of Darlene (I forgot her last name). And because that murder occured in a separate county, the Vallejo police department and the San Francisco police department never bothered to collaborate efforts to solve the case. Finally back in 94', 26 years after the first murder, they finally went back to Mike Magou, the only surviving victim, and questioned him again. This when they gave him a black book of random driver's license photos where he immediately pointed out Arthur Leigh Allen as the man who killed Darlene and attempted to kill him on that dreadful night. Wow! The police had the answer right in front of them, all they had to do was ask. Unfortunately, Leigh Allen was dead by then so he was never tried or convicted for the Zodiac killings. That lucky bastard.
Anyway, I started "Lolita" this mourning. I must admit it is another good book so far. I was recommended this by a good friend of mine, and he was right. The first chapter alone was so well written. Makes you think about your first encounter with love as an adolescent. Those subtle moments when your alone with a girl and you touch her hand, and she touches yours. The awckwardness and overwhelming bliss of the situation completely encapulsulating you. Both scared and excited at the same time. Like an out of control roller coaster. I can't wait to see how the rest of the books is.
Oh well, time to get back to work. And my plane lands at 3:30 pm this afternoon at La Guardia, so if anyone wants to come out and have a drink tonight in the city, let me know. Why do I invite people out when no one reads this to begin with. Later.

Wish me luck everybody. I get the enjoyment of flying back and forth to New York this Thursday and Friday as well as Monday and Tuesday. Right at the beginning of a war. Isn't that lovely.

Is there anyone out there from the Secaucus, Rutherford or Clifton area of New Jersey. If you are, please hang out with me on thursday night. I'm stuck staying in the Courtyard marriot in Rutherford for my meeting on Friday morning. I'm going to have all of thursday to enjoy the lovely sights of Rutherford. Yay!

The man stood blankly, grinding the rhine of an orange with his teeth. And with this, I was quite disturbed. As I walked through Union Station, this single man stood out like a coldsore. A middle aged african american man, dressed in dark clothes peeling back the rhine of a bright colored orange that glowed in his hand like a burning light bulb. He had no other purpose but to eat his orange. He stood erect and forward as the passerbys wizzed by him eager to get to work. But he didn't budge. He just stood there eating his orange. Is this a man on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Or is he pass the breakdown, and just lost all interest. I don't know, but it was very eerie. Not to self: don't loose mind. It's not attractive to others.

I'm feeling so blah today.
My lyrics suck. My job sucks.
I am completely unproductive. I don't do anything to better my situtaion. I suck. Fuck it.

NEW LYRICS:
Well I shiver and quiver as I fill my liver
with grains that've been aged for that perfect cure
and even in this inebriated state
I am still aware of my lonely fate
A fate that's inevitable and somehow edible
because it feeds my sorrows day by day

I think it's a little too depressing for the music I have written for it.
I suck at song writing. I suck at writing.
Anyway, just thought I'd give you all a glimpse at my current project.

I'm almost finished with "Zodiac Unmasked". For anyone who is into true crime books, I recommend this one. It's not too gruesome, but goes into great detail about the suspects profile and history as well as some copycat Zodiac murders that have taken place since.
I can't wait to finish it becasue I've been dying to read "Lolita". I've never seen the Kubric movie, but I love Kubric so I will hold off till after I read the book. I love "Clockwork Orange" and "2001 A space odyssey". By far two of his best works. Although, "Dr Strangelove" is one of my favorite dark comedies.
Anyway, back to work. It's funny, I talk about how much I suck at writing, and yet, I'm a copywriter in advertising. I think advertising makes me hate writing. Therefore, it's advertising that sucks, not me.
Later.

I am so fuckin' sleepy right now. Third night in a row where I couldn't fall asleep. I watched Fast Times at Ridgemont High last night. It's amazing how many teen movies about sex have been made. Porky's, Fast Times at Ridgemont High, American Pie. Those three I would say were the most forward with the subject. But the list is huge if you count all the other teenage movies like Sixteen Candles, Weird Science, Breakfast Club, Meatballs, Caddyshack, Revenge of the Nerds, etc...
Alright, some of those were just straight up comedies, but you get my point. They all use youth and sex as a main topic. You gotta love youth and sex in movies.
Oh yeah, the sleeping. I still can't sleep. I'm sitting here, at my desk, tired as hell, and yet I lay in my bed at 3:00 in the morning staring at the television screen or my blank walls and remain restless all night long.
I've been thinking about doing one of those dating websites. I'm not sure if I should or not. I'd feel like I was desperate. I've got two friends that are members to like 6 dating sites, but they use it just to find girls to fuck. The thing that shocks me is that it actually works for them. Those bastards. I'd love to just be that type of guy. Who could just go around getting laid as much as I wanted. But I always feel bad just using a girl for sex. Then I start to like the person. Then I'm in a realtionship with them. Then I either get tired of them or they get tired of me. And it ends. Like most things in life, it ends with an unpleasant and awkward feeling.
I'm done babbling for today.
Later.

So I've been on a Curb Your Enthusiasm kick lately.
Now that is one funny show. Larry David is a genious.
I was also able to watch the Ali G show last night.
And I feel Ali G is also a genius. But how do two genius occupy one channel.
It's all about scheduling.
I've been reading Zodiac Unmasked and feel that Arthur Allen Leigh had to be the Zodiac.
There's no doubt about it. THe fucker was crazy!!!
Later.

Fuck!
I hate when I write a fucking BLOG and my computer crashes.
Always when I write the most interestin stuff.
Fuck it!
It was all about change.
Change that is needed in my life.
But we will have to go into that later.
Time to jump on the "L".
Time to go home.

Another weekend.
Another day.
I watched "Pump Up the Volume" last night.
Christian Slater. Early 90's, late 80's. Something like that. It's funny because I was starting high school in the early 90's. I'm not sure if I felt the same way as the kids in that movie did. But I think all teenagers feel that way at one point in there life. Anyway, if you want to know exactly what I'm talking about, rent the movie. It's kind of cheesy, but there is a message in there. There is a theme. Everyone has a theme. A gimmick. A way that he or she shows his or her self to the world. But the real you. The inner you that you know so well wil probably never be seen by anybody but yourself.
That's all for now.