Sons-Of-Bitches

Those dirty bastards at Post Cereals have really chapped my hide.

They've done something horrible. Something that borders on pure evil. It's almost to the point that I can't even mention it.

But since you're reading this, I suppose I better make at least a mention of it.

They've changed 'Honey-Comb'. It doesn't taste right. It is no longer the sweet honey-tinged puffed rice cereal that I grew up with. It now tastes like feet.

Here's the crux of the situation. I was wandering around in the grocery store, which generally spells disaster anyway. I needed a few items. Mainly beer and toothpaste. But I just happened to wander down the cereals aisle and saw a Family-Sized box of one of my favorite cereals from my childhood. And a whopping Seventy-three cents off!

Sadly, now I know why the discount was applied.

Dammit.

Awww....Not Again

Well, I once again quote the immortal Whitesnake when I say:

"Here I go, again, on my own......" (duh nuh nah nah)

The answer is.....yeah. I'm moving again. I think I've got a good bead on it this time. So........

Nashville- here I come!!!!

Ray and Christine have been waaaaaaaaaaaaaay more-than-cool, and are letting me crash for a spell. I plan on finding a jobby-job and not being a total mooch.

Leaving Durham is somewhat of a mixed bag for me. I've had some really good times hanging out with 'Big C'. Plus, D-ham itself isn't all that bad. Hanging out at Tyler's and the Federal has allowed me to ogle several attractive women. Corey and I saved a few hundred bottlecaps from our late-night "music listening" sessions. We also managed to piss off a few neighbors here and there.

At the same time (and mostly on account of me being a lazy sack of crap), I've been bored out of my mind most of the time in the D. Granted, I've caught up on a loooooooooooooooooooooot of TV that I missed while I didn't have cable in the NYC. I could probably recite most of the episodes of 'NYPD Blue' or 'Aqua Teen Hunger Force', but that's not really furthering my goal.

I'm excited about Nash-vegas. Having driven around town for the last week or so, and having had a couple of in-depth conversations, I know that this is the right move.

I know that I at least have to give myself an honest shot at playing tunes. Living in BR wouldn't give me that opportunity. Living in NYC was a great experience, but the industry is so fragmented there. Durham, as far as I've seen, has zilch as far as opportunity.....unless you're into bio-technology (sorry, Big C).

The only drag is that after a solid six month stint in the Triangle, I finally see a beautiful girl. If anyone knows the really tall girl that works at Tyler's by the Bulls' ballpark, let her know that I'm only here for a few more weeks......'cause I was waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much of a wuss to tell her that tonight. She was tall (which is attractive and intimidating, all at once), brown hair, blue eyes. In the least, I was impressed! I was quite infatuated......so much so, that I got busted at least 7 times for staring. Awkward!!!

Ok. So, in case nothing is mentioned later about this:

WHO DAT?! WHO DAT?! WHO DAT SAY THEY GONNA BEAT 'DEM SAINTS?!?!?!?!!!!!!!!!!!

All the way, BABY!