Im heading off to South Carolina tomorrow night to go to a concert and a skunk-picnic. I cant wait. The skunk-friends Ive made over the years are super cool and I cant wait to see them again. I am kinda worried about driving a beetle with CT plates and anti-war stuff on it thru the south but I figure if I just write "Earnhardt Rules" on piece of notebook paper I can flash it to any rednecks that give me s**t that will fend them off and maybe bring a tear the their eyes at the same time. No offense to anyone here that lives in the south since if your reading this you have a computer and most likely are not a redneck.

I finally may be as close as I have ever been of getting the hell out of this burg with its cold and snow s**ttyness. I was having one of the worst days of my life last wednesday, sick of my job and where I live when I found out about a job opportunity in Jacksonville, FL. Making the same money I am right now with bennies and all. Anyone that knows me knows how much Ive wanted to move to the sunshine state for a very long time. My skunks are legal there and its where Ive wanted to try living for a while. The cost of living is a lot cheaper and after 6 months you can go to school on the states dime. So near the end of this year or beginning of next I will be GONE. I cant wait.

Went out to Hartford this saturday. I wish I could remember anything past, "Let me hit that Knob Creek". I think I had fun, fell on floor twice, got kicked out of the Pigs Eye and proceded to let them know, loudly, that the Pigs Eye fucking sucks. Then on to the Pour House for the first time and I still have NO fucking idea what the place looks like, even tho Ringer and I visited the floor. I vaugely remember moshing to Korn only cause someone mentioned it. Highlight: a kickass breakfast at the 'Roc the next day. I need to stop drinking.

So yea, someone ran over my cat today. I found him laying on the storm drain when I came home from work. He was deaf and declawed so he was indoor cat, escaped somehow, and must not have heard a car coming. Poor little guy, his eyeball was hanging out. Someone was going fast enough on a short dead-end road to not see my bright white cat in the daytime and hit him hard enough to make his eye pop out. Fuckers. See ya Samsonite, Sammy, Samuel, Smalls, you little shitfer.

Sleeping in, driving around at night when its warm with the windows down, long road trips where I get to see the sun come up and go down, having one of my skunks sleeping in my arms, booze, hearing a totally awesome song randomly, my bed, my job (except getting up in the am), my friends, my VW, traveling, warm sunny days, smoking and writing about the things I like.

Garden State rules. That is all.

Its the guy who attached a pipe to his make-up-for-a-small-penis pickup truck and ran over 500 of the 800 grave markers at Camp Casey. The markers put up for the soldiers who were KIA in Iraq. There are not words for how much this person is a bag of s**t just like the bag of s**t president he is still standing by for some reason. No matter what you believe in this was probably the worst way ever a person could show their support for the "war" besides driving into Iraq and running over 500 soldiers who joined the military just so they could pay for college and have a chance at life. Cindy Sheehan is the voice of the the part of the country with common sense and heart asking to end the Iraq disaster. The useless, ignorant waste of life that drove over the markers is the voice of the pieces of s**t that still support this lie of a war and the piece of s**t that got us into it. Cowards. Ill be in Washington on Sept 24 if anyone needs me.

So I go into my room when I get home since Im always excited to get some skunky-love (get your mind out of the gutter, sicko) and my little boy comes running out to see his dad, I pick him up and call him (insert embarassing pet babble here) and all is good, hes so awesome and cool. My girl looks up when I walk in and lays right back down. Not even excited to see me. How can she be so cold today when other times she will get pissed if I dont hold her until my arms fall off. I tell ya.

I think its about time for Tim to get his wisdom teeth out. That is if I dont die of tylenol poisoning first. I wish I hadnt been in denial all weekend, actually since last wednesday or so, maybe I could have gotton something cool like vicodin from the doctor. This sucks.

Thats pretty much going to sum up the the entries you see here. My boss is coming, I will write more later. Possibly while drunk. Tim (the skunk hugger)