Ren's Stimpy

Dude, like, you can't even imagine.

Well maybe you can.  I just really wanted to start the post like that.

I spent the night tonight at the Forest Café where people wanted me to sing as bad as they wanted me to stop.  Fickle audiences mixed with a 90 proof language barrier equates to my uncomfortablity.  Not my problem, dude.  Not my fuckin' problem.  Actually, it is kind of...

I laid in bed until 12:40pm today, a sign that I'm not feeling well.  Not 'My tummy hurts' unwell, but more like 'My mind is confused' unwell.  The thoughts I have, the ideas I want to pursue, the job I have, the country I'm in, the friends at my disposal and the mind I own are all completely at odds.  My heart is not being followed.  I would say it's my fault, but I think it's more an inside-out thing.  I'm searching for it.

I'll stop there before I get to hyperbolic and ridiculous.

I have good thoughts and bad thoughts.  Don't you?

Stay Strong, Babies...

-LS^2

This is awesome.