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It's nice to think that a year ago I was being a homesick insomniac and blogging my pooey existence to no one. NOW, I'm still blogging to no one BUT I'm realizing a goal that I had set for myself many moons ago. Things are cool and I'm finally directing my own troupe and putting on a proper show. Hooray for things working out.

Better.  I feel better and better as the years roll along.  The more I accept that shit happens and the less I'm willing to waste my time here in case shit happens to me on the way to a natural and old death.  I'm realizing how lucky happy healthy people are and that I can qualify myself as one of them for the time being.

London has finally given me some keys to the city and I feel like I can hop on a bus without getting lost or having to constantly check my a-z guide to london streets.

Hope everyone is ok.

Ok, so the words "shit" and "heads" combined is a little harsh but believe me, the crowd at the Download Festival in Donnington was hard to handle. Firstly let me qualify the reasons I was at the Download Festival and WHAT the Download festival is. Remember the Monsters' of Rock concept? Download is the bastard child of Monsters' of Rock except that the headliners sound like the people they influenced (Metallica) and the other bands need a make-up team of 50 to make their prosthetic rot-face look like it's really about to infect the audience (Slipknot). My burlesque troupe was hired to be a part of the aftershow show by Sailor Jerry Rum. I don't think anyone knew what we were in for because not only did we get bottles pelted at us (plastic thank god), but one of our fellow acts ended up having a little stage fight with the DJ who decided their act was boring by interrupting it with a little Slayer. Needless to say some special DJ (aka the editor of Kerrang! magazine) got a fist full of pig organs shoved in his face and some piss sprayed on him. I Digress..... Before the evening of the stage fight, we all spent the day wandering the ground of Download, eating shitty food, drinking a bit of free rum, seeing some guy get kicked in the nuts for calling Steve O a pussy; the usual. We were really there wasting time until we could see Iggy and the Stooges, and when the time came........ALL of them were there. ALL of them were there and rocking and the only real rock that happened that day or night or all summer in the UK. I get all choked up just thinking that I actually got to see and hear their songs live and it didn't suck... it ROCKED! Iggy called the festival on it's corporate bullshit (they were partly sponsered by Clear (evil) Channel) and got the kids to storm the stage and dance with him (if they got passed the security people). He even BLED FOR US!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The songs were really interesting to hear in the context of the age we're in now as opposed to when they were written and how valid they still seem. No one's reading this but maybe I'll look back on this in a month and think "Those were the days". xV Best T-shirt I saw at the fest..... "talk to the hand.... cuz the face is full of FURY!" placed upon a pale, soft excuse for a disaffected youth...... ah.

EVERYTIME I leave the toilet after pooping I think to myself 'Did I flush the toilet?'.

It's more like 1:30AM and I need to sleep. Been busy; been thinkin' about lotsa things that I should have outgrown a long time ago. What am I going to do? Where do I begin? When I get there is it going to be okay? Why do I feel like a kid in middle school who doesn't care but still thinks everyone hates them upon first contact? At least I'm not dehydrated from dirty drinking water or trying to get an illegal abortion. Peas out. There is a silver lining.