So Sunday…9am…my cousin wakes my drunken, hungover ass up, after me passing out (literally) at 5am. A crispy crème donut and a shower later, we’re off to the convention again. This is where it became like “Tulsa” for me…everywhere we walked people were like “hey dude!” cuz I’d partied with them the night before. I […]

(and here it is…the writing i’d mentioned days ago, it was delivered, and without negative results, and upon mutual agreement…here it is for all to see, for everyone to know just how much she means to me) What can I say? She is captivating. She is the one that I’ve sought for so long, always […]

Ok, so, Saturday morning, we woke up way early, had breakfast and then got ready to go get in line for Romero. We were VIP, so we would get in an hour early, but the line beat us down there. We waited about 1.5 hrs to get Romero’s autograph, but it was well worth it. […]

So the VIP party…it was great. I think we could have almost called it a weekend just with the interaction we had at the party. We rubbed elbows with most everyone that was at the show for the weekend, got lots of pics and met lots of cool people. Of course, I’m a psycho magnet, […]

it was an awesome weekend, friday to sunday. jampacked full of fun horror goodness. i haven’t had a chance to write it all out, so here’s some choice snippets from what happened that i’ll be elaborating on later. the VIP party friday night…spent most of the night saying “omg that’s fucking ‘so n so’ that […]

her lips are so fucking soft…they’re pure heaven. that is all. a feeling i only remember in dreams…now i know it’s real.

i haven’t talked to her since sunday…i’m hoping to catch her tonight before i leave for Dallas tomorrow. i have so many things to say…i even have it written and ready to share…but i can’t make it public until she sees it first. you know how bad it sucks to have so much to say […]

something just still isn’t right. something’s not sitting well with me and i can’t place what it is. i feel like something is left incomplete, or something is left unfinished. sorta like that “did i leave the gas on?” feeling…and then you realize “no, i’m a fucking squirrel!” except i’m not a squirrel…and it’s not […]

i can’t seem to start what i want to say. sadly…the world shall never see it, as i’m going to try something unique for me…and write with pen and paper. what i write is going to have one recipient, and i’m not sure that it will ever be shown again publicly. or then again…perhaps it […]

i’m just sayin. ——- Duran Durangela I’ve been saying that. And NOT giving you credit. You’re the brat! Reply4 years ago Blake Cover I don’t even want to enter “syrup” into the equation. Reply(1)4 years ago Daniel Self probably not. 4 years ago