up on the hill where they do boogie.

All of the bands I want to see are all out west.

I could've made that sentence rythme if I had stuck 'without me' on the end of it. But I didn't. Yeah.

March doesn't really provide any short term goals. Besides gaining the weight I lost, I'm left with May, the magic six month marker, the graduating from school scenario.

I looked up 'Pistoria' which is actually changed to 'Pistoia' in Italy, where half of my family is from and half of them are still there. 20 miles from Tuscany. A quick little factoid to the devoted of random. I guess the pistol was invented there? I'm thinking of more tattoos, perhaps two pistols, one on each hip, dedicated to my mother's blood(what a bad pun!)/heritage and memory. The other for my dead sister.

Oh, let's review all the tatoos I want! Okay. Grateful Dead lightning bolt in Magritte sky style, don't know where. Something if I ever get married. A fish, one color, 2-d print-esque, probably brown or white. Either catfish (oh, inside symbolcies...)or coy. That'd be on my neck in front/to the side. I was thinking of "we are all frail" after a favorite of Shakespeare's plays (line from) but I don't know how much I like the idea of words. . .

Holy shit, nine year olds are doing flips into the air off platforms on NBC. Olympics or something? I don't know. Insane man. They've got thicker legs than I do.