Boo-tay, Ya'll

Yeah, I said it. I went pub crawling tonight- not drunk. Bummer, right? I have had three drinks, all of which cost way too much. let's see, first I went to The Creamery, where some awful man was covering everything terribly. He told me he was soon to have some songs by Greenday and Nickelback; very big deal. Then we went to Champs, where it was not so happening. The bartenders are idiots there. Finally, we end up at the local dance club, the most happenin spot in Joplin, good old Club 502. This is one of those "shake your ass" kind of clubs. Yipee. Well, I ran into my old guitarists' older sister, and you know what? We fuckin danced. Yup, the Chucker shook his boo-tay for the lady on the dance floor. It was really fun. Well, at any rate, at least I did something instead of chumping out like alot of poor suckers at those places. Man, I used to work in that atmosphere, and let me tell you, if you're not engaged then you're not gettin' anything. I guess it helps to be the charming son of a bitch that I am, but still, you gotta play the game, fools.

Fuck all that. I have no idea what I'm talking about.

In the end, (where it actually counts) I am here, alone, with some rather depressing music playing in the backround and no resolution; no resolve. I am left to go to sleep and dream about nothingness until tomorrow where the only thing on my agenda is to pick up my laundry and dodge another bullet of lonliness. Well, fuck that too, I guess.

I'm going to read a book on existentialism tomorrow, that's what I'll do.

This is the most pointless entry I have had in a long time.

P.S. Is it wrong that I think my old guitarist's older sister is attractive? I don't think so. Man...

I've overstayed my welcome again,

-C.A. Dominick