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I was writing last night when it occured to me… Jesus!

Jesus was the first Zombie!  Mine will be the best Zombie screen play ever!!

I just read "Life of Pi"

I feel raped.  Like my best friend took my girlfriend to prom, and after a night in Vegas, they’re married.

It’s like somebody giving you candy,watching you eat it, gutting you, and taking it back from your exposed belly, and saying "Oh I’m sorry, did you think this was yours?"

I am fucking sick to death of the news covering the popes death for seven days.  "This just is, y’up he’s still dead.  More as it develops"

I got a job at Cody’s book store.  It’s cool.  If I keep typing I’m gonna be late.

Sweet Baby Moses I just heard the new Weezer single, and they are constantly proving that shit can come in many forms.  At least Dope Nose was catchy.  I haven’t heard the whole Album, I’m just saying, why release THIS as your first single?!

I just finished reading "Fight Club", which was great, but reads like a kids book.  Now I am reading "About a Boy" which makes me laugh out loud.

Before "About a Boy" I tried to read "Cat’s Craddle" and it made me realize "I am not that bright".  Honestly, I loved the first page, then it lost me.

I saw the Incerdibles it was fucking fantastic.  I saw Chronicles of Riddick and I review it like this… If Battle Field Earth and Armageddon had a baby, and that baby was brain dead from being held under water for an hour, and lived to mate with the movie Independence Day.  Said movie offspring would be a better waste of time then Chronicles of Riddick.

Also CBS made for TV movie Spring Break Shark Attack is awesome if you have a friend to watch it with and a couple of 40’s.  That said don’t miss Locusts!on CBS sunday april 24th.  It’s bound to be 3 times better the "Killer Bee’s (this WILL be a true story) Just remember the buddy system.

First off, I am listening to the new Beck album and it rocks.  Beck is the Mozart of our generation,  I actually believe that.

I woke up in the San Fran. this morning.  It is weird waking up on that side of the bay, people are all over and up early, even though I had done nothing, I felt like I had accomplished something.  I have been thinking about moving to the city.  It would be a nice change.

I also had my girlfriend cut all my hair off, I put it in a photo album, if you look to the right of this post, you can look at it.

I have been waiting so long for this fucking thing to upload I forgot what I was going to say.

Don’t post drunk I guess is the moral of this story.

That is where I am.

I feel like a boxer against the ropes.

I have no money, my girlfriend is feeding me.

I hate to be a burden on anyone, and I feel like I’m a burden on everyone.

I feel like I didn’t spell burden correctly.

For the first time in about five years, I asked my family for money.  Now they are stressed out. 

I can’t afford my apartment, food, mass transit, a pack of cigarettes, a beer, a pack of ramon.  I am a burden on everyone.  It is getting increasingly harder to hold my head up and be the person I know I am.  I am having nightmares every night about my friends hating me.

My family, have all called me seperately and told me "You have no support system, you are 3,000 miles away from us, it is time to move home"

I want to and I don’t.

I would love to live in NYC, with my brother, which is the option that is being proposed, but I have a life here in California.  I have a band and a girlfriend, I have lots of friends here.

This is supposed to be my Irish Holiday, where the fuck is my luck?

I have had it so good, for so long, is karma catching up with me?  Do I even believe in that crap?

No.  I refuse to quit at this point.  I am gods favorite television show, this is not how it works!  I will land on my feet, it’s just taking me a little bit longer then normal this time.

I must be strong, I must be me, I must get a job, I must repay my debts.

That’s where I am.

Wouldn’t "DJ Salinger" be a great DeeJay name?!

I just thought of it, "catcher in the rye" and all

I found out yesterday that I did not get the job I was interviewing for.  It’s not the end of the world, but I think it means I’m going to loose my apartment.  I have one person I can ask for money, and if they can’t do it, I’m gone.

I am not letting this bring me down, but ti is getting hard to motivate myself.  I could be wrong, but I believe this is the only job I have ever been turned down for.  Actually, one other job never called me back after I dropped off my application.

Also, the Monkees were whores.

I awoke from my slumber because I was listening (in my dream) to a little toy piano, which was a radio.  The volume would not go very high, and I was struggling to hear a song, but I knew it was familiar. When I finally deciphered the song, it turned out to be a very sad one, which reminded me of the mortality of my current romantic relationship.  So I woke up frightened and alone, as my girlfriend is in Texas visiting her parents. 

My dream once again involved my family, but this time also invovled my childhood best friends.  Eric Keck and Johnaton Limbroun.

After I talked to them, my dream switched.  I was in a bed with my current girlfriend, which turned out to be in a garage where my old bike is supposed to be kept (but everytime I ask someone in my family to ship it out to me, I get the run around, like it’s not really there)  In this dream, I wake up during a garage sale.

This dream randomly involved three different neighborhoods I lived in, a hampster with a shaved back, my aunt helen, my sister colleen, yard work, book reading, driving in cars, and my father pointing to his watch and saying "Kramer" (The man loved Seinfeld). 

Sometimes I feel like my sanity is a joke and I’m playing a game, trying to fool people as long as I can, and once they find out who I really am I turn tail and run.  Really, how can anyone know me, if I don’t truely understand myself. 

It makes me feel like my life is a facade, until I remind myself that I am trying, I have goals, and I am improving myself everyday.  I am succeeding at regulating my alcohol intake, though I might be developing slight agoraphobia.

On a lighter note, the trees that line the block are budding, and it’s a beautiful day from this awesome baywindow view, on the second floor, with the door locked so the zombies can not get to me.

Today I am going to read Catcher in the Rye, because I never have.  That is where I’m going.

My New Roget’s Thesaurus/Websters’s Dictionary defines the words "dictionary" and "thesaurus".  I am a see-saw of emotion on that subject.

Now I am off to read the news, because not reading the news is how the zombies get you.  Watch Dawn of the Dead 2004, it will save your life one day.