Where's The Hole?

I gotta admit, I'm a little clumsy with this new BLOGGER interface. I've tried to finger it a coupla' times but given up. I finally put the time in and penetrated. So now I can once again freely post my thoughts. (Lucky for you).

Last weekend I rode a mechanical bull. Right now I'm listening to Bjork and wishing there was a big pile of coke in front of me. I got high marks at the rodeo and am told that I looked "very straight" (as oppposed to gay) while riding the bull. Which is ironic since I think virtually every male who rode the thing looked extremely gay. Still, I would've preferred a big pile of coke.

I guess those days are history anyway.

I just put my IPOD Shuffle through the wash. Fuck. I used it about twice.

Right now I'm nipping at a glass of boutique whiskey on the rocks. It's easy/hard to write good/bad lyrics when your drunk. Why is Bukowski famous?