I like the rain

     Of course it is much nicer when you have a home to get all snuggly and warm in.  I'm glad I do.  Being out there with no place to go sucks.  I've been there.  Which makes me think that people without homes or a place to stay on days like this, well, you think they would  reach a point where they say, "I'm sick of this shit!  I want a place to live and a nice little oven to cook a nice warm meal on."  But if you are on drugs, it fucks up your thinking, and you only think about your next score.  So that is why they stay homeless...well, part of the reason.  It is complicated, I suppose.  All I know is I never want to be without a home ever again.
     Anyway, having trouble.  No I'm not.  I'm just concerned about the general population who make youtube comments don't seem to know the difference between their, they're, and there.  That is a lot of people who weren't paying attention in class that day.
     I like the song "Rain" by The Beatless.  I like to call them that sometimes.  I listened to a good, loud, clean version of 'Across The Universe' by John Lennon, and it made me cry.  His voice can send shivers down my spine, or make me feel things.  I can listen to music all day, but his voice gets me sometimes.  When he sung, "Oooooooh" in "She Loves You" I wonder when all the girls screamed after that if his voice had tickled some gutteral part of them.  I bet there were a lot of wet panties after a Beatles concert.
     I actually have to get out of here.  I have a Magic The Gathering card game to get to, and I'm just sitting here dicking around.  I don't know if anyone reads my blogs, but I like to practice my writing.  Use it or lose it.
     I saw some great stuff on youtube today.  Lots of good music.  Youtube is a great resource.

     I gotta get out of here.

     I would completely write about naked ladies and sex if I was sure if I could put naked pictures here.  I don't know if I am allowed, so that is why I don't do it.  The pictures help me to write, and gives me something to write about, so it is hard to write about sex if there are no pictures to work from.  Suddenly all I feel like writing about is pissing and urinals.  

     Great blog, David.  I don't care.  I'm in the editing stage of this blog.  Usually, I don't fix them.  This is a pretty fucked up entry.  All over the place.  I don't care.  Who cares?  Not me.
     It was a good night at the card game, we had some laughs, but the piano devestator continued his streak of ruining our games with his slamming piano.  Ugh.

     Hey man, I sip my lemonade.  It feels good to drink lemonade.  It tastes real good and tart.  I just want to lay down soon, though.

     No one may read my blog anytime soon, but they may someday.  You never know.

     I talked to one of my former models at the bar.  She's a sweet girl.  I've drawn her naked many times.  I miss that.  She was a good model, and a very pleasant person.  She had large, bulbous breasts for a short girl, I used to love to draw her.  A nice caboose, too.  Dang.  I got to get back into a figure drawing class, haha.  I can draw anything I want from the computer screen now, but it isn't the same as seeing it live.

     I wonder what I am doing right now, or what my plans are?  Hmmm, I'm not sure exactly.  I'm 43 now.  Reading a book seems like a good idea.