Sex and Drugs

Hey! Who wants to be the first to tell me I’m late to the game?

Because I just finished reading “Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs” by Mr. Chuck Klosterman. How is it I’ve never read him before? I don’t know, but man oh man, late to the game is better than never getting to the game at all…unless its football.

What a ride that guy is, any guy who can readily admit he’s seen each of the Real Worlds three times over, and can come up with some pretty apt critiques is my hero. I love Chuck Klosterman, there, I said it. I want to be just like him…but…like me.

FYI, no noises from upstairs last night. No sexy, no fighting…

How is my story for Apes going you might ask? It’s going well…I think.

This one is weird too! It’s a strange one because I know my story, ‘cause its mine. I’ve practiced it a couple of times through (way too long right now), so I’ll practice it a few more times tonight, get my plot lines straight, but other than that…I feel empty! I have nothing to make, nothing I need help with, nothing to do but reside in my head and try and speak without tripping over words.

So yeah, it’s kinda odd. Tonight I’ll run it through my brain a couple of more times. See where I stand. Apes is the king of “oh that’ll be easy” and then realizing Wednesday at 10:00PM, “wait, its not as easy as I thought!”

But things are good, I need some extra Secret thoughts about a certain something something, so even though I can’t tell you all what it is, just help me out by putting out good karma for me….pretty please?

Thanks.