Skinny Legs

I discovered that I like whiskey, mostly bourbon, on the rocks. It's a sure sign of my maturity. That, and the fact that I fired my wet nurse. Hildegaard, thanks for the mammories! You were right...I really CAN chew! I was so scared of it for so long, but it didn't feel like razors after all!

Listening to Lyle Lovett...Creeps Like Me...great song. "I knew this young girl once..she was 18 or something..what's a year or two? And one day when she asked me if I loved her, I said 'baby, what's it worth to you?'"

Went to Cincinnati to play a show for my buddy's cd release party. Check out the link to nathanholscher.com to your right. The cd's called Even the Hills, and it's getting great reviews, so y'all should buy it if you haven't already. It even features this reporter on a few songs (in a laughable attempt to retain my anonymity on this website, I won't tell you which part I play).

I've been told that my blood tastes like screams. I don't know. Just what I heard.

Still no job lined up for D-day in December. Which isn't surprising, cause I have failed miserably to use the ample free time in my schedule to look for one. As Lyle says, "Fat babies have no pride. But that's ok, cause who needs pride?"

This would be a great time to fall in love with a beautiful, intelligent, childlike woman who loves sex with neurotic fat guys and dirty, dirty, dirty jokes.