So I sit here in Madison, on the 8th floor of a hotel, watching bad MTV. I need a house. I need MTV. It reminds that ended up on the deeper end of the gene pool. I forgot what a freedom this place represents... as soon as I found the new indentity, the words started to flow again.

Where to begin? This space is about breaking cycles, and recognizing that just bitching about something isnt good enough... sure letting old people get their way is okay cuz they are going to die, but it doesnt mean that they will take you with them... you have a responsiblity to remember that you will be here long after they are gone, of course you will find them in the odd mannorism, or wierd speech pattern, but thats genes, that shared concscinecous, and thats simply the way it is.

As a Travel Guide tip, Never order a pizza, that contains honey mustard, chicken and swiss cheese... I am stupid, and twisted...

on to watching to spank o vision, then fall asleeep to QVC.

Much Love to the Quacker Factory.

Wow, that was fun. I am going to try and make this place a positive place to visit. on occassion I need to address shit-head latent douche bags from the past, maybe this will work.