I Owned You All

Last night I had a dream in which I wrote a song. Nay, it wasn’t just any song, but a song that had me saying: “Hey, song, where’s your chain? Because you are OFF it!” Now in the past if I had a dream like this, my mind would actually gloss over some of the details – say the words and the rhythm- but not last night. Last night I had all the verses, and they fit together perfectly. I think the song was to the music of “Harper Valley PTA”. If I knew it right now, I’d leave work and go record it, make my millions, then buy you all. Err, buy you all ice cream, that is. Yeah, that’s what I meant.
   I really want to write something fun and witty hear, as my posts have been pure rubbish of late, and I feel like you, the masses (whether you be real or imaginary), deserve more from this humble blog. But of course I can’t think of a damn thing to say.
  I’ve been playing DragonQuest VIII when time permits, and I must say that if anyone out there is into video games, and into the epics that are RPGs, this really is a must-play. I don’t make this statement lightly either. Rumor has it that one can spend 100 hours playing the game until they reach the conclusion of this yarn, and after two marathon weekend sessions I am only 20 hours in. I have a feeling Santa is gonna be VERY LAZY around that holidays at my house.
   In the game, you can get new costumes for the character “Jessica”! I just bought a dancer’s costume, and have heard about a bunny suit and gold bikini. I really do appreciate the fact that none of you know how much this excites me. It’s down-right shameful.
   I really want to devote time to some of my little endeavors I have planned. You think this blog will be enough for a DirtyBacon ® empire? NAY, I say once again in this blog, NAY! For I have many secret fantasies that may one day come to fruition.  None of which I will hint at here as I would hate to not accomplish something I bring up. Suffice it to say, I need a better grasp on flash and dreamweaver before even whispering anything.
   Also,  have this little life-long dream of writing. I don’t bring it up very often, as I’m afraid that should it become common knowledge I’d hear murmers from behind me “you know, he’s one of them.” “Oh really? I knew it! You can just tell with their kind.” “You know, that’s why God created Aids.”
   I keep trying to force myself to sit down and actually write some shit down, but then the television magically turns on to the BBC channel, where they are having a marathon of the show “Mile High Club”, and well, I mean, BOOBIES.