You don't do the Funky Chicken. Ultimately the Funky Chicken does you.
Country singer Mickey Gilley died today. I drank several beers at his club one night.
In this entry I rationalize the fact that I haven't posted entries here over the last two days. But the real message is: "Grab a taco at El Burrito. You'll be glad you did!"
Pass the tanning butter!
Willie Nelson is the 89-year-old weed-smoking Zen master we all need right now.
It boggelth the mind...
Read this entry. You'll be lovin' every minute of it.
This is what I do at work.
...it's possible to find inner peace. To be centered, dammit.
Autumn 1994: We went to Staples to buy a cork bulletin board. We bought a modem instead.
That's it. I'm just checking in. I have no great subtitle ideas right now.
Brian gives me a book. Meanwhile, I have outed myself to the Better Business Bureau as not being that Richard Wilhelm
