Hello, my name is Dan and this is my DT Log.

This account, fiction or non-fiction, is quite fascinating. But don’t read if you can’t handle descriptive, gross passages of what happens when a nutball, drug-user is left to his own devices.

Awful Roommate

No, I can’t get you tickets, don’t ask.

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“32 Questions”

1. Do love songs come in even years?
2. Do you hear what guy over there hears?
3. What was the name of that movie directed by Stephen Frears?
4. The one whose characters love and he always fears?
5. Don’t you hate it when the snow ski mask gets tears?
6. Is Grover on the mark with those fars and nears?
7. Have you ever run over some dozen Barona steers?
8. And then you had a problem with the car when it steers?
9. Can you believe I’m writing this without the aid of beers?
10. Are you the one talking and coloring red my ears?
11. Did you kiss and hug all of your dears?
12. Or is that word spelled “deers?”
13. Did your transmission fall out of its gears?
14. Wow, have you seen those chicks’ rear-
15. I mean, why would I even think of shooting leers?
16. Haven’t I even avoided shooting deers?
17. After Peter, are there any more Weirs?
18. Do I credit my good luck to the seers?
19. Is our love as tough as the Craftsman at Sears?
20. Should I listen to my peers?
21. Do I hate that damn Britney Spears? (Yes.)
22. Are you the one with me when the fog clears?
23. All these car references and I didn’t mention Rick Mears?
24. Especially when he’s at his best when he veers?
25. Are you interested in who cleans up those veneers?
26. Those on the walls above the Van Der Meers?
27. Is there any such word as “keers?”
28. Do you find it offensive when someone referes to “queers?”
29. Are those some nice earring Midge got for your ears?
30. Wait, did I just repeat the word “ears?”
31. Is it true I never heard any jeers?
32. Is it because at Cheers ‘n’ Beers, I only hear your cheers?

Happy birthday, love, Dan.

Well, it made her laugh, but she was drunk.

Ex-guitarist for Pantera among 5 killed in nightclub shooting.

I’m playing Vulgar Display of Power, and man it’s bringing back memories of 1994 and 1995. Hanging with Jeff and Andrew, and playing Doom II over phone lines. I can’t be any more eloquent than this: stuff like this happening royally sucks.

“DIMEBAG”/”DIAMOND” DARRELL ABBOTT | 1966-2004

Siobhane is climbing into the kitchen junk drawer and pulling out a packet of mustard. She wants mustard? Okay, fine. I open the packet so she can suck it all out. Then she gives me the empty packet, goes to the drawer, and gets another one. She hands it to me to open. I oblige again. She sucks out the mustard.

Repeat this six times.

Actually, they are both old friends, but I’ve just now added them my LiveJournal friends list.

Each of them now gets their own Lindocola soda flavor:

- Flaming Red Pepper. Trust me, Jeff would love this flavor.

- Brownie Plus. Okay, so Ub hasn’t posted in over a year, but I hear he works 22 hours a day and studies another seven or so.

Lindocola is also available in these digestable varieties:

- Silky Chocolate.
- Seattle Mist.
- Gothic Cherry.
- Caramel Capuccino.
- Quebecois Quince.
- Of course, the original Lindo Lake flavored cola!