First off...

No offense, but ... There are some people who are getting too fake on dA. They only want posts, comments, or to see how many friends they can get. So let's see who will actually re-post this. This is a test to see who's paying attention. This is a test to see how many people in my friends list actually pay attention to me. Copy and re-post in your own bulletin. Lets see who the true friends are and I think I know who you are... Re-post this if you are a friend...Don't reply... just copy and paste this in a new bulletin as "Fake Friends"
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Now then...

Happy belated Independence Day, everyone.
As tired as i'm momentarily feeling, sleep will probably evade me for another good 3 hours still. I just can't seem to get rest at a decent time anymore, what with door bangers at fucking midnight and undrawn/unwritten ideas that keep me up into the wee hours until they're finally
expressed.. most of which in the end, wind up crumpled in the garbage bin.
(Hey, poet who didn't know it.)
Eh, life is pretty dull right now, apart from spending time with who, of course, makes everything a little better and easier to bare. Ah, where i'd be without the girl is a scary thought to me... especially alone at 4am when everything always seems a bit more terrifying. The best description: a grand funk magnification.
(And no, that's not some bad tribute to Grand Funk Railroad.. although the song 'We're An American Band' does indeed kick ass.)

Just, a general fear of the future - or lack of knowing what direction mine is going in. If any at all. Ah, at least this journal lends as an outlet for a bit of this emotional build-up.. *sigh*

On a lighter note, because we need some cheer: A little birdie informed me that the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame within the past few days has opened a new Woodstock exhibit that will be shown through till sometime this November, i'm making it a point that Katie and I are getting back up there somehow before it ends. We had a glorious chance to honor Tommy's/Abbey Road's 40th anniversary in Louisville, now I want to honor Woodstock's 40th. To hopefully see Carl who remembers his "Who girls" and to get back to a place with a bit more pep in the average step... something you will never find here. Never. Ever.

Good thing we know where to go.

Cleveland rocks.. Cleveland rocks...

Night lads and lassies!