Ryan's finally stopped eating custard and is now on a campaign to get it eradicated from earth. He has penned a letter to the head of pretty much every custard creating organisation demanding that the evils of this food be explained. You see, he's happy again because he's got another gig. Someone saw his set the other night and asked if he'd like to play in their club and of course he accepted. Why is custard yellow anyway? What is it? I think I'll join in his campaign, I'm suspicious of it too.
I don't work until 3pm today(strange hour, don't ask why) so i'm taking the stupid dog to get trimmed. I don't know why. That'd be helping him out and I don't want to help Hunter out because I hate the big slobbering thing. He never does anything but eat everything and looks at me as though he is the more sophisticated being. Why did I agree to let Ryan and Frank have a dog?
I've been reading up on philosophy in my spare time lately. I'm not quite so sure why. It doesn't interest me at all but I was hoping that perhaps by reading it, something would leap out and shake me screaming, " this is the answer, this is the cure". The cure to what, i don't know but i think i'm going to stop reading philosophy now. Frank is still not with the Vonda Shepard woman, in fact he's gone back to moaning about his ex-girlfriend Natalie, who dumped him about three months ago. The number of times I've heard, "she's my soul mate!"...
Myself, well I don't know what I'm doing right now. There is no great love of my life and that's not really a big deal for me. I think I'm better on my own. I think it's got something to do with being a twin. You never feel like an established person in your own right.
I went for a long run this morning. Run, not jog. I hate jogging. Running is when you let that ball of energy inside you loose and let it thrash itself around, propelling you wildly down the street, a million eyes glaring at you, accusing you of being a mental patient escapee. It clears you out. Like a detox. Then I came, home, smoked and filled up on the evil toxins again. The great contradiction of life.