This fucking blog is almost turning out to be more trouble than it's worth.

I'm alienating everyone in my life who I hold dear.

I realized that the only two entries concerning my girlfriend are about petty fights we had and now I sorta feel like a dick for even mentioning them. She's pretty and I love her and 99% of the time we have a lot of fun together. Soon enough I'll post the pictures to prove it.

My mom visited the site yesterday and as a result I now have a mental picture of her reading the words "ANAL SEX".

Aaron, my friend, my bass player, the best musician I've ever known, is hurt because I scolded him for making fun of my whiny posts

And I get badly typed emails from Dominic:

From: "Dominic Piscopo"
To: questions@ihatedirtbike.com
Subject: Russian Snakes!
Date: Wed, 06 Feb 2002 23:55:07

Dear Big Nosed Fakers,

I find your page stimulating in a high fiber rectal projectile sort of
way. You make me glad that I still can look forward to the pleasure of death
to ease the pain of knowing you all on not only a professional but social
level. I am suing your band for reparations regarding the song "Justice
for the Unjust" which is based on my own composition and is much better
when played by me. One day you will see that in the real world people don't
think the way you do Tom. I wan't five dawellers, or else. I will ruin you
all. I will be heard!

Thank you for fucking my life up,
Dominic Angus Piscopo

Thank God for the auto-response.