Sinister: Waldo has been shot...and he's all over my doughnuts

[Matthew Henderson]

It's that time of the year again.

I've looked everywhere.  It is now official.  This entire city has run out 
of my cigarettes.  I'm a bit upset about that.  I just don't know what to 
do.

My grandfather was in town this weekend.  I went with him to the Pensacola 
Naval Aviation museum today.  I like planes, but I just couldn't shake this 
awful feeling, like they were trying to sell me something.  I don't know.  
It all reeks of propaganda.  Am I too cynical?

He told me some interesting things about my mom as well.  Her current life 
anyway.  I know so little about my mother, and she lives only five minutes 
away.  It's funny how, growing up, people can seem so indestructible, so 
noble, so perfect.  I always saw my mom like that.  I recall when I knew my 
father was less than perfect, and when they were divorced, I just assumed it 
was my father's fault, and my mother was an innocent victim.  However, in 
the past few months, I have noticed some interesting slips in her 
personality.  She always puts on this whole fake persona for me, which I 
guess makes sense.  My father told me she smokes this past christmas, and my 
sister thought I was an idiot for not knowing.  Am I just trying to cover it 
up?  It doesn't really bother me, and I haven't really thought about it 
much, but I do find it interesting.  Now I come to find out that she's been 
fucking some married guy.  This reeks of trouble.  She also called up my 
dad's fiancee and went off on her for using him for his money and whatever.  
My mother, the epitome in my life of control, is slipping.  I suppose it's 
slightly damaging to my psyche in some way.  I don't know.  It only seems to 
make me more cynical about people and the world around me.  First, one finds 
out the government actually <gasps> lies, and to an insane degree.  Next, 
the parents get divorced and one's hopes for true love and blah blah blah 
are shattered.  Anyway, the list goes on and on.  I find it fascinating to 
try to go back and trace the major plot points of my life that developed me 
as the person I am now.  I was watching Seinfeld today, and Jerry began 
showing emotions.  "what is this salty discharge?"  I haven't really felt 
that salty discharge in a while.  I have a feeling it is all going to come 
flooding back though.  Later.  A lot later.

In more exciting news, I read Andrew's post about going to Glasgow, and he 
mentioned Stevie's welcoming students to Glasgow.  Since I'm going in March 
(10-14 ladies and germs, line up to meet me!), and I have nothing really to 
do there (aside from hopefully meeting up with a few extra lovely 
sinisters), I think I might just follow it.  Why not I say.

Oh, and sweetie, avert your eyes, I'm going to talk about gigs.  It seems me 
and my trusty sidekick are taking a mother road trip (for us, anyway) and 
driving to Detroit, then Chicago, then Atlanta.  Aaah, it feels nice to be 
obsessed with something.  It almost gives me a sense of purpose.  Anyhow, I 
hope to see a few of you there.

What is it about doughnuts?  This powerful force that drives me to get out 
of bed in the middle of the night, drive down to Krispy Kreme, pull up to 
that drive thru, and order two tasty chocolate covered creme filled 
doughnuts.  MMMM.  I'm getting hungry.

My lovely friend Sara sent me my first ever mixtape!  It's terribly exciting 
and addicting.  Now I see the true brilliance in Laura's Mix Tape Challenge.

I think I caught a Sudden Death (the Van Damme one) reference in the game 
NHL 2002 the other day.  I can't confirm it, but I'm relatively sure.

Last item.  A friend of mine (who will read this) went on a date of sorts 
Saturday night.  He came over at about 1:30 and as he walked in the door, 
the first thing he said was "she's a fucking creed fan."  But apparently 
she's quite hot, so I asked him if he would continue seeing her.  "I don't 
know, it would sort of just be for shallow reasons."  This leads to a 
practical question.  One asked many many many times before, but is hot tail 
worth listening to Creed?  Or at least associating with someone who likes 
Creed?  A boy band/spears fan is alright.  They find it fun.  But a creed 
fan, she must find something stimulating on an 'intellectual' level from it. 
  Is this a bad sign?

Also, I had a cheesy 80's lovesong mix cd, but I can't find it.  I need to 
make a new one, but BETTER.  One that I could play at a party, and perhaps 
slow dance with mandee to.  ;)  Any suggestions would be much appreciated.

Signing off,
-Matt


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