Amazing Acts of Self-Restraint (or Not)

"Hotel bars. That's the best place to meet women...and it's convenient too." - My Father (giving me advice on how to score women when I was a senior in high school)

"God bless you brother, I mean you no harm." - Eddie (The Checkers Bum)

I find a story in anything that happens to me. I always have. It's part of wanting to be a writer. Without time to write my stories anymore I write here. Everything that happens to me becomes an entry. I've been trying really hard not to post everything I think of here, it would get too cluttered and be horribly boring. I've spent the better part of the day fighting the urge to post things here. So instead of posting whole entries here I've turned every entry into a one or two liner.

Here we go:

Half-day Wednesdays rock. Today I took my lunchbreak before I even went to work.

We went from having seven shows left, to no shows left, to having no idea when we'll be done. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Everyone I write about here is a character in my story. In the stories I write I background my characters so eventually I'll do that here as well.

In six months I went from having money, to being broke, to having money, to being broke, to having money...etc. etc.

There is one thing in particular that I would really love to do, but my better nature and common sense goes against it.

In the past year I have changed quite a bit, and think of a lot of different things. I can't remember what I used to think before I started thinking about the things I'm thinking about now.

John Kerry can take Ohio and Pennsylvania but if he loses Florida Bush can still win the election. If George gets elected again I might start a revolutionary movement.

People stopped leaving notes on my blog. It makes it seem like I'm talking to myself and that's really friggin' depressing.

I can make people smile, I can make people cry, I can make people think. But I can't make people like me.

In April I predicted the Yankees and The Astros would meet in the World Series where the Yanks would win in seven despite Roger Clemens winning three games for the 'Stros. As of right now it could still happen.

I've never been in love, but somehow I still know what it feels like. I've never been dead, but I can tell you what that feels like too.

I find new and interesting ways to get into trouble every single day.

I have to fire a seventy five year old man because his drug test came back positive for Cocaine. Being the boss is neither easy nor fun.

I'm going to start riding random trains even though I have nowhere to go and somewhere else to be.

It's frightening when you have the same dream as someone else, even more frightening when you know they'll have it before they do.

I'm terribly easy to find...in a crowd, on the internet, anywhere in the world.

I can hear what you're thinking, and feel what you're feeling. But I can't do anything about it unless you let me know you want help.

I know you're out there. Even if you won't admit it.

This entry is entirely too long to be about absolutely nothing. But since people won't comment...this is what they get.