Yesterday I took a long drive through the mountains, stereo blasting, hair flying, and not a care in the world. And I realised something: I NEED A ROAD TRIP!!! So that's it, I'm outta here, probably tomorrow and heading east... don't know where, maybe the Grand Canyon (hope I don't pull a 'Thelma & Louise') But damn, I can't express how good it felt to just have me and the open road, flying through curves without regard for speed limits... Oh yeah baby, I'm going!!! Besides, it will also feel good to get the hell away from this stupid computer for a while! I'm so sick of emails and web pages and online porn and all that other useless disposable crap this box does. In the end, it means nothing so I'll be glad to get away from it. I'd like to leave the cel phone behind too, but I guess I should take it in case of an emergency or something. But really, there's nothing here for me anymore... just material shit that I don't give a damn about, so I'm leaving it all and I don't know when or if I'll ever be back. And that feels good...

Happy St. Patty's day all! TIME TO DRINK! WOO HOO! And I know just the Irish bar to go to... not to mention I got a cutie workin there tonight. So let the games begin! (and I'm wearing green underwear, so nobody better pinch me!)

Hmmm, I think good ol' Willie can best express what I'm feeling right now...

SONNET 116:
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.

Anyway, to sum it all up: Dick bad, Valium good. Do teddy-bears float?