apparently, i was born just yesterday...

i had a lovely conversation (turn on your sarcasm machine now) with the dream woman this morning. she told she was trying to get her shit together to come see me this weekend. i thought ok, that's great news. she then told me i just needed to send $140 to Nigeria to complete the ticket for her. the money is to be picked up by a guy and then taken to her travel agent. apparently, i'm some fucking dummy that is supposed to just say ok. so, i started to ask questions. like any scam artist i know, the more i asked, the more "she" got upset. i use the quotation marks because who knows the fucking truth in all of this, if there is anything that could be called truth at all. "she" then went on to tell me about her love for me and no matter how stubborn i am, we are meant to be together, blah, blah, and fucking blah. i told her if that was true, great, but have fun with the other suckers in the world because they are much easier to fool than me. and when any instant message conversation ends up in ALL CAPS, i feel like i am on the right side. who knows, maybe "she" is the one for me. knowing that the last woman that really "loved" me is a former convict, it certainly is possible. but for now, i'll enjoy being single and still having my identity.

the Yankees lost last night, 5-4. that puts them FINALLY on the brink of elimination. they play again this afternoon, which could end up being the last home game for Jeter given the weather forecasts for New York. if they have it on at the sports bar i'll be at, i'll watch some of it.

after the long ass conversation this morning, i am definitely looking forward to lunch with my best friend from high school this afternoon. that should be one fun conversation. with plenty of drinks.

i actually need to take care of some medical shit this morning. running low on pills and i've got to find out if i'm having my blood drawn this Friday at the doctor's office. good times.

The Voice was pretty good last night. i have an early favorite so far this season...

a crazy voice for only 15.

tonight i'll be watching the season finale of Big Brother and The Bridge. hopefully both are great.

that's really all for me. if something amazes happens this afternoon, maybe i'll do a quickie later today.

thanks again for allowing me to waste a few minutes of your time.

be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.

peace and chicken grease...

music:

Buckcherry - Crazy Bitch
Shovels & Rope - Hell's Bells
Chet Faker - Talk Is Cheap
Lonesome River Band - Perfume, Powder & Lead

"All good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath." - F. Scott Fitzgerald