K Street - A Weblog

i have lost all desire to be near a computer or on the internet. however, i forgot 2 things during the blogathon:

1) so we all have figured out i'm an alcoholic, but why was i blogging for k-street?

when i had finally had enough, when i was finally sick and tired of being sick an tired, i started a program of recovery known as alcoholics anonymous. one of the suggestions for staying sober is to attend a meeting every day for your first 90 days of sobriety, which i committed to do. the first saturday, i planned on attending the 6PM meeting being held at k-street. i walked by the storefront, saw all of the people sitting on couches, and thought absolutely not. no way. i didn't go in, rationalizing to myself that i had already been to a meeting that morning - folding chairs, church basement, urn o' coffee - that's what i was looking for.

however sunday i could not use that excuse, and walk in for the 6pm meeting. one of the things that helped keep me sober was seeing familiar faces at different meetings over and over again, and i saw some there that night. i've come to realize that no matter what day of the week it is, i will always see a familiar face there - there became slightly more comforting about a "place" as opposed to a "group".

renting a storefront in Boston's Fenway neighborhood isn't a cheap endeavor, and even with a forgiving, tax-writing off landlord, funds to keep it open as a safe meeting place for people in recovery are scarce. i was able to raise $283.00, which will help with...well, I don't know, that's not my job.

A.A. is self supporting, declining outside contributions or endorsements as to not align itself with any politic or religion. K-street however, is not self supporting, and is safe place available to all GLBT recovery groups...and has bills to pay.

2) FOLLOW THE CHAPS MAN (i totally forgot to link this).

thank you to all my sponsors, friends and fellow blogathoners for an excellent night for a cause close to me. i could not have done it alone.

this blog is done. for more, feel free to visit me at data jockey.

thanks again. peace out to my homies.

k

just a simple timestamp

the paul once told me about putting tinfoil on the windows when the sun would come up. that way the party would never end.

i can't say i've done that. i, however am going to bed in 30 minutes. obviously i thank everyone i've linked to, the sponsors, and you know it's true - will Art and Patty PLEASE stand up for their final bow. I cannot make this stuff up.

now go look at kittens. preferably at work.



i'm starting to fall asleep in my chair.

I didn't do it.

mis: We dubbed Miroslav, "the bachelor party," and thus we tried to provide swingin' single-styled entertainment. <--whoa do i detect a threesome?
kfkamc: STOP! I"M GONNA PEE
mis: found a terrific documentary airing on Vegas' PBS station about the Song Poem industry < on her honeymoon?

i promise this is the last one. mostly, i just wanted to make one thing clear:

i have never met art and patty. i do not know them. but they rocked my night.

here's lola and i on it:

I can't. It's just way too vicious.

almost there.

out of fun linky links, no stories bad or good.

ok. one link. when i originally posted this a long time ago in a blog far far away, i wrote something like this:

OH MY GOD ERIC YOU ROCK FOR SENDING ME THIS

hello! my name is keith and i fear wisconsin

remember art n patty? you know, the ones that showered seperately on their honeymoon and invited strangers to their wedding? here's a blogathoner witnessing the horror...

i am so going to hell for making fun of them. in recovery, we have this step where we mend broken relationships.

art and patty - i owe you an amends.

i wonder if anyone i know is awake yet?

ok - go have fun

my face feels like it's been up all night.

I am so going to hell.

Guess what? It's getting light out here on the east coast!

This is one of the best music videos ever. even joe likes them: "I am really liking this CD. Thank you."

HOW did I get onto this theme? I shoulda stuck with pee!

That seems so long ago.

Enjoy!

Anniversary anyone?

it still doesn't top artnpatty...

here's a more accurate time stamp.

now, ArtnPatty are breaking my brain - "As discussed elsewhere on this site, we received our inspiration for a Trek wedding from an episode of Deep Space Nine that featured a Klingon marriage"

i'm still misty.

There was a little drawing of a heart next to that,
followed by an exclaimation mark.
The back of his was covered in stuff... stuff like:
Brandon is not a very nice guy, but Alex is sooo nice.
And that had the exclaimation thing too.
It was just silly crap that hit the spot. And he let himself be drawn in.

you bring light in...

to a dark place
walking in light
glowing walking in light
gold ring around you
the hues of you
the golden sunlight of you

you bring light in...

cool wind following
following after you
rising for you
your skin beautiful
everything comes natural
fantastic fan
rocking rocking floating - Underworld, "Two Months Off"

i think i need to lie down for a bit.

no i don't. I need to go check out some more Art and Patty. I think Art and Patty broke Zappa Girl's brain...

I worked here one summer. I was the beer guy. There was one place in the park you could buy beer. From me. You had to be 18 to serve, and I was like the only cashier old enough. On slow days, I would ride the Matterhorn and eat cotton candy. There was one slow day, a rainy monday.

I don't know where I'm going with this. Oh - I served all that beer and never drank any. Back then. It was illegal. I was the perfect son who never did anything wrong. Ever. The day I turned 21 I bought a bottle of wine and was PISSED OFF because they didn't ID me. I thought - 'I could have been doing this for months!'.

It was the adult thing to do. A glass of wine after work. A beer. A cocktail.

fuck, i'm tired and well, thinking back starting to cry.

i'm not alone at all, but FEEL alone. it is only a feeling. it is what human beings have when they don't spend years numbing them with booze. they are still new to me.

a matrix blog? it is entirely too much for me right now. the mark and the john are gone. i am alone. the night is dark. why am i doing this again?

Try to fly in desperation, wings come into view
Nicotine is from my system, assistance
Sleep, I have been sleeping for so long
Run with safety underneath the feet they so adore
Hen suspects the fox on guard beside the golden door
Sweating from my system
I'll make across the wall
I'll tumble down the wall

Dreaming, I am - Bob Mould

Now you can experience Art and Patty's wedding from the comfort of your computer chair

man, it was so worth it.

the john:



the mark:



the mark and the john:



and they even brought me coffee and cigarettes and haven't said anything about THE SMELL (cat+catbox+dirty dishes+trash = THE SMELL)

and i will not i will not i will not join friendster. no matter how much i may think i want to be a part of it i will not.

have you noticed my posts are getting shorter? i have...

the mark and the john are here! we are looking for people we know in personal ads.

actually, it IS more exciting than it sounds!

and laughing at the people we don't know...

please don't ask...

however, garfield fisting someone is beginning to bore me...

so i was all pissed off no one was bringing me stuff, then the mark called and he is. so i take all of my evil thoughts back.

sorry. no links. too lazy.

buy me buy me buy me

also, i just loves me my google tool bar.

also, do you like theremins? here's some.

you know what's fucked up? being on the telephone and IM'ing with them at the same time. that is way too much multitasking. then getting email. then having the email person email the person you are on the telephone.

on with the david. and getting tired. he is not the landlord! it is a long story.

it's a meme i'm currently stalled out on. here's what i have so far.

what's been cool about it has been a few things. first, i spend some time meditating and really thinking about the word. how i can interpret it and stuff. maybe that's why i'm stuck on 'symmetry'. there are no rules other than what i impose, and the one i imposed was to try and do them in order, in 80 pictures or less.

ROSS: That commercial always makes me so sad.
JOEY: Yeah, but then the guy opens his beer and those girls run at him, so, everything seems to work out OK.

hmm. it's kinda true in a way.

oh geez. writer's block. it will pass. like impotence. which is actually a problem i've never had. usually, um, things happen too quickly with me. anti-depressants have completely reversed that problem and sometimes they never end.

i know i know i know. oversharing.

i just yawned.

the fred is on the phone. and then i am going to call the bill and the mark.

maybe later things will get funny or serious or interesting again soon.

the timestamp reflects the first time I POST an entry, not necessarily when I actually PUBLISH it...

ok mr. mystery commenter. i will find out who you are!

anyway, here's an old picture of the dave:



also, here's a picture of me without a mohawk:



mystery commenter! i will find you! I have the INTERNET PROTOCOL address of the computer that you are using to HYPER TEXT TRANSFER PROTOCOL my HYPER TEXT MARKUP LANGUAGE from this UNIFORM RESOURCE LOCATOR on the WORLD WIDE WEB

it all means nothing. well, it means the dave wouldn't get naked for me. SO mystery commenter, you should ELECTRONICALLY MAIL your request to me and i'll pass it on and see what i can do. Superpimpin'.

this stupid game keeps me entertained for hours i tell you. it doesn't take much to entertain me.

more soon. still here and awake.

ok, that's all. talkin to the dave. and no, there will more than likely not be naked pictures of him.

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that was the dave's contribution to this.

impressive blogathon sites:

dreaming of darkness
help desk humor
random bird

and of course zappagirl and lola martini

i am directing the dave to my house by portable telephone as i write this. on my headset!

just rockin' along with the friends quotes. that was chandler.

the dave is coming by with coffee! here is the INTERACTIVE part of the webblogathon. if you would like me to post a picture of the dave, say so in this post's comment! if not, say so in this post's comment!

man, i'm gettin loopy. and i haven't even started with the camera shit. mostly, i wonder what i would look like with a mohawk.

here's where the friends quotes are coming from. check y'all in 30 - i got a toilet to clean!

someone just invited me to this. i've seriously been avoiding it for months. i mean, look at some of the shit this site has spawned.

my dvd player is ill? overheated?

did you know natalie-dee has a brother that's even cooler? his name is DREW and he runs TOOTHPASTE FOR DINNER. seriously, i assure you, you won't be disappointed.

i'm listening to this radio station even though i promised myself i wouldn't. and i can't stop now because deek is on, and...well...I think he's cute.

i'm a quiz sucka!

60 %

There's a 60 % chance that I'll survive the 'thon.
Will you survive the Blogathon?

FUN BOBBY: Whad'ya say we make these, uh, coffees Irish?

i think one of the most amazing thing about alcoholism is realizing i'm not alone. i'll never be alone again. everything i did, i was the ONLY one who ever did it. those drunks - they don't throw up in public like i did. they didn't live on a bagel and 5th of bourbon every day for weeks. their skin didn't turn yellow like mine. but they did. they did they did they did and everytime i remember this, everytime i hear it from someone else, everytime someones knows what i am talking about everytime i have and use my voice i get better.

some people talk about their 'bottoms'. i was i high bottom, i was a low bottom, i haven't hit bottom, etc (i know it sounds sexy but keep reading).

i haven't hit bottom. i can always fall further. i can always take my foot out of the elevator doors and go down another floor. and i always have to remember that.

sometime last september i decided i was done. i had been drinking all day at work because no one was around, and passed out around 2 PM. just crawled under my desk 'for a nap'. after being found there, i realized that i was done, done and on to the next one.

i detoxed myself at home the next night. DO NOT DO THIS. alcohol is the only substance where withdrawl can actually kill you. heroin, opiates, pills - they're way more painful, but not deadly. my brain stopped regulating my body temperature. my stomach started shooting anything it could find out of any orifice. my legs were twitching. the flies were coming.

14 hours later i could barely move. but i felt clean. after all of that, why would anyone ever drink again? why would someone who had a good office job, had 2 college degrees under his belt before he turned 21 so he's not fucking stupid, why would they ever pick up a drink again?

within 3 weeks i was in the emergency room. drunk again. suicidal. and even though i brought myself there, they wouldn't let me leave. i tried every line in the book to get out. i fucking lied and lied and lied and they weren't buying it they had me. "heh heh - game over guys. sorry about that. i'm all better now. no, no - no need to check me in here. i can go now" go right to the liquor store was my plan.

it was 10OCT02. Wednesday. The game was over. I haven't needed to take a drink since, by the grace of God and some excellent substance abuse counselors, and a fellowship of other alcoholics.

it's why i'm blogging for k street. i meet with other people in recovery there quite frequently, and i'd survive without it, heck, we'd all get along just fine without it - you, me, earth people. but if i have a chance to make life slightly easier for people i'm gonna take it. i saw NO solution to my drinking problem - if you had physically restrained me from drinking, i would chew my arm off for a bottle, as badly as i wanted to stop, everytime i went to bed and said "i won't drink tomorrow" or everytime i woke up and said "i won't drink today" it never worked. it never fucking worked.

i guess i'm babbling. i guess i just want there to be some awareness and understanding of alcoholism. i guess i just want to help, finally. i guess i never in a million years believed that i would win by surrendering but i have.

enough from me then. go read natalie-dee's dairyland she fucking rocks.

MONICA: Well, we just happen to go to a lot of places where you might drink. I mean, how do you go to a wine tasting without having a drink? Or, or to a club, or to the... zoo.

by the end of my drinking, i couldn't get out of bed without a drink. i needed it before i could light a cigarette.

i was not fun bobby.

did i ever tell you about the time i saw the afghan whigs? i didn't think so...

they were touring with the oh so brilliant record 'gentlemen', which makes me cry. anyway, the issac and the dave were the SUB POP KINGS of the record store we worked at and immediately called Warner Brothers to get on the guest list for the show. a few months later, Warner Brothers is ALL OVER the record - promoting it like it was going to save the world (and it could have!). anyway, the store i worked at all got Afghan Whigs neckties (yes i still have mine) and free copies of the record and free tickets to the show to anyone who wanted them, and a party with the band afterwards.

of course, they had forgotten about long time fans isaac and dave by now. and they never called to confirm.

i drove down to the show with them, in my car. it was sold out and they weren't on the list. i went in for about 45 minutes but i felt bad for them sitting in my car and left. they played a great cover of New Order's 'Regret'.

anyway, they were just getting high in my car, iris stayed for the party and got to dance with Greg Dulli, and i fell way in love with isaac and then he moved to seattle and i never saw him again. the end.

ps - isaac looks just like this guy and even wrote him a letter telling him so.

1. Ever been so drunk you blacked out: too many times to count. i used to black out TV shows like Survivor, and have to sneak into the office the next day and check the website to find out who got kicked off the island, even though I was conscious all through and after the show.

2. Missed school because it was raining: Oh how weird! I just did that Wednesday - called into work and said it was raining too hard!

3. Put a body part on fire for amusement: nope

4. Been hurt emotionally: of course

5. Kept a secret from everyone: Hmm. Hmm. Hmm. I plead the 5th.

6. Had an imaginary friend when you were young: I think I had more imaginary than real friends for a very long time.

7. Wanted to hook up with a friend: Well of course. I did once. It didn't go well.

8. Had a crush on a teacher, what grade: I kind of remember a math teacher - 7th grade?

9. Ever thought an animated character was hot: Sadly, yes. Homer Simpson.

10. Had a New Kids on the Block tape: Nope!

11. What was the last new movie you saw? The Matrix Reloaded

-------------FAVORITES------------------

Shampoo/Conditioner: Not really an issue

Soap: Again, not really an issue, but I do love a Body Shop bath and shower gel

Color: I like the greens and blues

Day/Night: Day

Summer/Winter: Winter - why else would I live in Boston?

Lace or satin: ya know - neither does a heck of a lot for me...

Fave Ice Cream: Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie. That, however is only valid for the next five minutes.

Fave cartoon Characters: A bread and butter Simpsons guy here.

Fave Food: eh, nothing too ethnic is ok by me

Fave Advertisement: Does anyone have a favorite advertisement? This is getting boring.

Fave 'non alki' Drink: Dr Pepper

Fave Artist, Types of music: Mostly sadcore, indie rock.

-----------------DISLIKES-------------------------


Food: yes.

Color: oh dear lord I can't answer all of these AGAIN

Hairstyle: yes. DIY that buzz.

Advertisement: yes.

Movie actor/actress or singer: No thank you, I just had an orange

Cartoon character/TV Show/Movie: Trading Spaces kind of upsets me.

-----------------RIGHT NOW------------------


Wearing: Shorts, a forest green Cranes T-Shirt from a tour a million years ago.

Eating: Sour Patch Kids

Drinking: Arizona RX Memory Herbal Tonic (the link is for the dave)

Thinking about: i really don't ever think about much.

Listening to: bizarrely enough, nothing.

Talking to: miss lola martini

------------------THE LAST 24 HRS------------------

Cried: no

Worn a skirt : no

Met someone new: A few other blogathoners

Cleaned your room: Not in the past 18 months.

Done laundry: Once in the past 18 months

Drove a car: In the US - not since 31DEC99. I did however drive in England in the spring of 2001. Wait - I drove Don's car a few times.

-------DO YOU BELIEVE IN------------------

Yourself: Usually

Your friends: Usually

Santa Claus: No

Destiny/Fate: Sort of

Angels: Not really

Ghosts: Yes

UFO's: They got a bad rap.

------------RIGHT NOW----------------------------

Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend? No.

Who do you go to for advice: Mostly the Fred

Who do you cry to? Mostly the Fred

Worst Feeling: Is this over yet?

me update: It's all about the nap time.

mostly, i'm wondering what i'd look like with a mohawk right about now.

almost done with the period i usually nap. man, i'm not even a third of the way through this yet.

max hasn't been writing much lately, but i assure you when he does it is all good stuff. also, lola martini has a great rack. you just have to trust me on this one guys.

normally, i wouldn't bother to write about going to the store, but i just went round trip in 17 minutes. i'll keep that in mind.

it's hot outside

i still want a nap.

have you ever read Sam? he kicks ass. someday i'm gonna save him, make it all better, wave my magic wand. if he was unemployed and promised to smack me around in our trailer...man, that would just be a slice of heaven.

Love, exciting and new
Come Aboard. We're expecting you.
Love, life's sweetest reward.
Let it flow, it floats back to you.
The Love Boat soon will be making another run
The Love Boat promises something for everyone
Set a course for adventure,
Your mind on a new romance.
Love won't hurt anymore
It's an open smile on a friendly shore.
Yes LOVE! It's LOVE!
The Love Boat soon will be making another run
The Love Boat promises something for everyone
Set a course for adventure,
Your mind on a new romance.
Love won't hurt anymore
It's an open smile on a friendly shore.
It's LOVE! It's LOVE! It's LOVE!
It's the Love Boat-ah! It's the Love Boat-ah!

Love Boat so kicked ass. how did we live without TV Land?

planning the store run...this is the official intermission music of this blog. see you in 30

this is actually getting to be fun. to be busy! i am finding new cyberweb friends. time's just flyin'. sittin on my ass makin' money for k-street. life is sweet.

i'm getting low on smokey treats and may run to the store. may call the earl. either way, posts every 30 minutes. guaranteed. like pizza delivery.

i was talking to the dave earlier about how i acquired my cat. i should have just gotten this one. anyway, i was drunk (surprise) and some neighbors were moving and couldn't take him, so i said i would. and i guess i even gave them my telephone number, because the next morning they called for me to come get him and his stuff, and even gave me 20 bucks (which i immediately spent on booze. i'm an alcoholic and when i was active, never needed a reason to drink. waking up from a drunk and finding yourself the father of a cat, well it was time for a drink)

anyway alls well that ends well for now. i don't drink thanks to an anonymous program of recovery. and i have a wonderful buddy.

man, i need a karma change. don't ask. just don't ask about the wreckage of my past, i'll share it freely. this IM exchange just happened...

jon:
kfkamc: hey there - i know you, right?
jon: was just trying to figure that out
jon: you're on my buddy list
kfkamc: hmm - the name is familiar. we may have chatted. hell, we might have even slept together.
jon: LOL
jon: you a top?
kfkamc: yea...
jon: it's a possibility...LOL
jon:
kfkamc: like a year ago i was really slutty and drunk all the time. now i'm just slutty, so i actually remember what happens
jon: HA HAHAHAHAHAH
jon: yeah, i hear ya
kfkamc: dude it's true! i totally can't remember!
jon: remember what?
kfkamc: most of the internet encounters i had...
jon: wow
jon: that's serious
kfkamc: yeah. but things are better now. got sober last year.
jon: cool

i do remember him. it was pretty bad. i mean, i was pretty bad, he was quite excellent. he...

wait, this is my story, not his.

and no, nothing is going to happen. but...if you are a size queen i can hook you up. i can make it happen. you got the money. superpimpin' here!

i was really trying to keep things clean and non-offensive here. i swear it.

i have never had a sexually transmitted disease.

however once when i was in college someone said they may have passed a little something on to me and i got THE TEST. it is not a fun test. they stick a cotton swab UP your ding-a-ling. i suppose if i had actually had relations with the person i would have grinned and beared it, but i didn't so i was quite a prick about the whole thing.

last year at the age of 31 i finally went through my slutty phase and slept with like 12 people in a month's time. i'm glad that's over with.

mostly though, i pee normally. when i was drinking, i would pee like once a day. seriously, it screws your body up that much. i think i was just so dehydrated all of the time that any non-alcoholic liquid i consumed was immediately absorbed eliminating the need for any waste. i don't know exactly. but now i pee like 5 or six times a day, which is not too much, or too little. woo-hoo to the physical health thing!

ok that was just oversharing.

oh, but it does remind me of a radio ad a friend told me about once! i don't know if it's true or not because i never heard it, but it made me laugh. it was for phone sex. CALL 976-PEEE - THE EXTRA E IS FOR EXTRA PEE!

sick sad world

here's my radio station. i'm quite proud of it.

i just talked to the bill on the portable telephone. he invited me over to a crime watch bar-b-q, but i said NO I HAVE TO STAY INSIDE AND WRITE.

today just happens to be the saturday everyone wants to do stuff.

have you ever been to Where's George? i like it a lot, but i've entered like 900 bills this year without one hit, so maybe it's all a sham.

i normally take a nap on saturdays. yeah, i could nap right about now. i could nap easy. but i won't. i'm actually hoping this gets easier once i run out of things to do around the house and start exploring the blogathon ring:



i guess i just don't feel to social yet today.

i just made a dent (finally) in CLEANATHON 2003.

i would put pictures up, but i'm too ashamed.

if you read the book dry by Augusten Burroughs then you know what i mean when i say i was a drunk like him. specifically, the bottles.

there's a lot of really weird shame involved with active alcoholism. i didn't know my neighbors (or anyone, really) but i did not want them to know i had a drinking problem which leads to some interesting adventures. one rule i had was not to go to the same liquor store twice in a row. because buying a fifth of Jim Beam everyday from the same place would mean i was an alcoholic, however, every other day did not.

the biggest problem was what to do with the bottles when they were empty. i stopped drinking beer and wine because of this - too many empty bottles. i could not throw them away because they were recyclable, and i could not recycle them because putting 10 empty bottles of bourbon a week outside for everyone to see (including myself) would mean i had a problem. plus, when you drink that much, it kinda starts taking priority over housecleaning.

my apartment was full of empty bottles. in the cabinets. in the closets. under the bed, under the dirty laundry, in the middle of the floor in the oven in the dishwasher on the table on the couch in my desk drawers.

hundreds.

and i still wouldn't admit i had a problem. i still didn't think there was a solution even if it was a problem.

now, i'm just a slob. i'm still picking up bottles, but only 10 or so at a time and they are juice bottles. and empty pints of Ben and Jerry's.

i was sober 6 or 7 months before i stopped finding bottles. mostly empty, some with drops, and once a full one - which scared the hell out of me. like my apartment had suddenly burst into flames and there was no way out. but i don't ever have to drink, for any reason. not today. not for the next 23 hours.

back in the early 90's (i don't remember the exact year - the decade was kind of a blur for me) i needed a job. it was back in the early 90's which was a time when jobs were scarce and didn't pay well (unlike now). anyway, i went to work at Burger King. you would think that it was painful, and it was! even more so because i was a manager and would seriously have to say things to people like "TIME TO LEAN, TIME TO CLEAN" without laughing.

also, at Burger King they FLAME BROIL the hamburgers. they do this with a broiler, or what i liked to call "the stinky meat machine". every night it was like completely dismantled and cleaned overnight by maintenance, and being a manager, i had to be trained in it. words cannot describe the SMELL that comes from a Burger King Broiler at the end of the day. I don't eat their hamburgers very often anymore.

i quit that job before i got fired. i wasn't a very good team leader, plus i was having sex with one of the crew members, plus it just seemed like a good time to get the hell out of dodge city and move to California. forever. forever was 2 and a half months of drinking Mad Dog 20/20 on the streets of Oakland and Berkeley before driving back to New Hampshire to move in with my parents again.

the point of this story is now i have time to lean!

also, i like music a lot. i was never very good at stealing it, but here's some advice if you'd like to. may i suggest the new Mark Eitzel record? it's very good - i got it yesterday.

so, i've checked on my interweb friends, had my coffee, and now it is time to...

...turn the television on. it is such an exciting existence. plus, cleaning can wait.

go read dogpoet.

remember that ride at DisneyWorld? boy did that ride suck.

anyway, sometime last year i noticed that this person had been reading my usual space, and i in turn started reading his. he lives in the town over from me and likes boys also but wait, there's more!

through an almost Vulcan mind meld, we patched together our memories, and found out we knew each other like 20 years ago, and he was actually friends with my younger brother, and we used to carpool to geek summer camp together.

it is a true story! i swear!

and just how hard does the new foo fighters single rock? makes me jump up and down.

i am on the telephone with the dave. talk amongst yourselves. or go read ron, he inspires me.

here's a bit of email i just got:

I am off to the beach, in an attempt to be nice to myself and participate in this thing called life. I'll call you later.

My first thought was "The beach! I hate you! I want to go to the beach!"

I have NEVER in my life wanted to go to the beach. NEVER. I do however have a tendency to want things I cannot have.

Have fun with life. That was the point, right?

This is exploding dog. it is not an animal bursting into flames or anything, but some of the best artwork on the interweb.

i think a second L would benefit this organization. i macked this from ultimate insult. best.links.ever

and guess what! i still haven't neatened (is that a word?) up my place! so i guess my idea of CLEANATHON 2003 (where i clean my apartment for charity) is going bust, however, BLOGATHON 2003 is rockin and rollin into the next hour! it truly is a day in the life. i smoke cigarettes and look at the internet. well, there is usually more to my days.

this time last year however, i was drunk. i know this because i was drunk all of the time. it was a problem. a sickness. i'm finally getting better.

so last night i didn't sleep very well (it is not unusual or uncommon for me). and now I am having WRITERS BLOCK. i want to be all fun and entertaining NOW. but i have time for that. all day to explain whatever i need.

mmm. coffee. i have to be careful with it today because i fall very hard off of it. so only 1 CUP PER HOUR. a steady stream of caffeine instead of a burst and then crash and burn.

mostly, i need to clean up my place a bit today (it is an understatement, actually). the bill offered to bring me stuff like cigarettes if i need it. and the earl will probably be drafted for the same because he lives close by and is entertaining. i can't have guests over with clutter everywhere.

can i say it again? mmm. coffee.

man, do i need a cup of coffee.

i'll be back in 30 minutes. i'm here, awake, good to go.

7 days left!

Thanks very much to everyone sponsoring me. I've been trying to come up with a theme for the event, and haven't yet. For now, expect the usual goofy writing, links and pictures. Suggestions are welcome.

Also, thanks to the many people who've volunteered their time to keep me from getting too lonely, or to keep me up if I get too tired.

See you Saturday AM.

hello. my name is keith and i am an alcoholic.

this blog has been set up for BLOGATHON 2003. i am going to try and raise $$$ for k street. normally, i live here.

see you in 2 weeks. click here to sponsor me. or join me! it would be better if i didn't have to do it alone. address questions and inquiries to keith (at) keithkenez [dot] com.