The dawn of a new era...

I changed the title of my blog again and I guarantee that I will not stick with this title. That's why I'm willing to let the title go for now. Let's see. The New Year passed uneventfully at my girlfriend's friends' place. Our view of the Needle fireworks was slightly obscured by a gorgeous telephone pole. In other news: Get a load of that motherfucking needle. That shit points UP!

The next night we went down to Harstine Island in the South Sound to stay at a rented house with some friends. I never saw the woman whose house it was. The people who got the house (Eric and Shmo) stayed there on New Year's Eve where they just handed the woman cash and she left them with the place. I couldn't help thinking when I went to bed the next night in that house that that lady could easily have just been lying. (Fopp voice: Of course!! Please, here is the living room. I don't have time for a full tour. Places to go you know. Ta ta!")

However, it was 2 or 3 in the morning and I didn't care if the rightful owner was going to come home or not. Stryker and Arensberg were in the main room and my room had an alternate exit. They were the ones who should have been worried. There was also a double murder on the island around the 20th of December with a suspect at large. That was nowhere near the biggest crime of the holiday season though, as I went to Walmart (1st time ever) to get a video game but they didn't have Vice City which I wanted. Tragedy!!

My New Year's resolution to America is to post on this blog twice weekly. Uh...starting whenever. Peace bitches.

Here's a lyric I like: "We spoke of latent causes sterile gauzes and the bedside morale/We traipse around the table talking sentences so incomplete...please! plea!/Boys are dying on these streets"