It all keeps adding up

Really been putting in a lot of time in the studio. I'm gettin' some good stuff going, actually. Hoping to have some good stuff for the Battle of the Bands. I'll be asking around for band people soon- so if you got any skills on the bass or the drums, start brushing up on them. It's pretty cool, actually, I don't know when the last time was that I wrote stuff while completely clean. Which is probably why the last stuff I wrote was ass. Seriously. I went back and listened to it and don't know how I thought it was good. Or why people paid money to hear it. Kinda cray.

I had some corporate bigwig call the other day and ask if I had any interest in selling the radio station. Made me a hell of an offer actually, one that I'd be crazy to turn down. Luckily, I'm kinda crazy anyways. I told the dude I'd think about it, but I really don't think I'm gonna do it. Even if I took time off for a while, I still like knowing that I own my own radio station, and I think the listeners like having something that's not a corporate-owned and programmed station that sounds like every other one out there.

You wouldn't think it'd be that hard to find a unicorn. Any ideas? Some of you movie types know where I can get one? Kids...

Private
So much goin' on. I'm gettin' married. Holy shit. I'm scared to death but in a good way, like when you're about to jump off a building or perform in front of a crowd. Still haven't told anyone yet, although I've dropped a couple of hints to people. Figure I'll leave that to Allie. That's more of a chick thing anyways.

The boys still seem a bit weirded out ever since I told 'em I was gonna be their new dad. I guess it never bothered me when dad would bring some chick home from the bar or whatever and say she was gonna be my new mom. Which she usually was for about a week before he'd beat the shit out of her or she'd realize what a god damn mess he was.

And every now and then I keep worrying that Allie's gonna figure out what a god damn mess I am, even though I know I shouldn't. We both got baggage, but at least it's baggage that looks good together.

I think I get it now.

Private

Trying not to get too excited, but I think things are starting to work out. Think me and Allie have at least smoothed over some of our issues. I'm not saying I'm totally sold on the whole marriage and kids thing, but I'm at least giving it some thought.

Personally, I don't get the importance of making it all legal with paperwork and stuff. I mean, me and Allie got a good thing going, and we basically might as well be married already. I kinda think of her as more than just a girlfriend at this point, anyways. But it's important to her, so I'm trying to be openminded about it. Crazy shit.

/Private

I feel like going somewhere and just playing for an audience, but I'm way out of the loop on stuff these days. Don't wanna just sit on the corner and do stuff, but like, an open-mic thing would be awesome.

If only my dad could see me now. His crazy, screwed up kid is now sharing a house with his girlfriend and her kids, and he's back in contact with his sister and mom. What a crazy fucked up world. Sure, the pool table had to go up to the station rather than one of the spare bedrooms, and a few of the dopier collections of crap went into storage, but it's cool and totally worth it to have Allie and the curtain climbers around.

Heh. If she ever does a kid's album, that'd be a pretty kick-ass title.

Luckily the kids are still young enough I don't have to worry about sharing the video games with 'em yet. Although one of the boys likes to sing along when I'm playin' Rock Band. I'll figure out which one later. Still can't keep the twins straight, but I'm sure I'll learn.

And now I'm being summoned to tell a bedtime story. Me. The luckiest dirtbag on earth. Fuckin' A.

All right, boils and ghouls, here's the skinny.

Saturday night. The old warehouse. You know the one. We're gonna be bringin' in the last year of everything with a fucking BANG.

Party starts at 9 O'clock and goes until the cops shut us down, so let's try and at least make it till midnight, okay? There'll be a bar (where we WILL be checking IDs), of course, me and a couple of my buds will be spinnin', we'll have a karaoke room set up if you're into that, and TV's everywhere so we can watch my balls drop.

I mean the ball drop. You know what I mean.

Be there, suckas!

Sometimes I think I'm too nice. Giving the other DJ's today off too and covering multiple shifts sounded like a good idea at the time, but now that I'm... what, 9 hours in? I'm re-thinking that.

Any requests? I'll make sure you get your name on the air, and it'll save me from answering the danged phone.

[Private to Allie]
I'll probably be working till about 9... want me to drop by?

Not that I'm complaining, but this is the first holiday season in years I haven't wanted to set shit on fire then carve my name in a support beam like Brooksie in Shawshank Redemption.

Merry Fucking Christmas and stuff!

Right now I really feel like the dog who caught the car. Now that I have it, what do I do with it?

[Private to Allie]
The PI thinks he found her.

Sometimes I watch Survivor and think "I could totally do that shit."

Then I wonder what would do me in first, the lack of smokes or going off my meds that long.

Can't say it wouldn't be interesting, though.

Having the time of my life. My girl and her kids by my side, celebrating Thanksgiving at the Happiest Place on Earth. Unless that's the other one.



Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go ride the Haunted Mansion one more time before they close for the night.

Private text message to Allie

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Been reading way too many stories lately about dj's, long time dj's who people love, who are getting canned just cause some corporate dickweed doesn't think they're making enough money.

Makes me fucking sick. I guarantee that I would rather let the station go under than ever sell out to fucks like that. I'm gonna keep broadcasting as long as I can, and so are the people who work for me.

The Zoo ain't goin' anywhere, And we're not gonna take shit from some suit who thinks they can "improve" our station when we're already running the best god damn rock station in the state of fucking Wisconsin.

I got a few big things comin' up, and I guarantee it will kick your fucking face in.

Peace out,

GLITCH

( And now for your listening pleasure, this one goes out to all my brothers and sisters who've gotten fucked over be corporate radio. )

House is decorated. Come by and check it out. It's the one with a gaping set of jaws outside on the front porch. Among other Evil things.

Happy Halloween bitches!

trying to get my brain around things
but my brain's not exactly cooperating with me lately

allie's movin back home. her house. cause her kids are comin home

kinda cant wait to meet em but terrified too. dont wanna fuck things up

house is gonna seem fuckin empty without her. never thought i'd actually want someone around.
specially when my brain goes to shit like it does sometimes.

holy fuckin hell. hope this is just temprary.

Okay, if anyone's seen or heard from Allison McClaren in the past couple of days, let me know. I'm starting to worry.

IT'S GLITCH. THEY SAY U DIDN'T SHOW TODAY. U OK?

i don't know if its the meds or what, but this is the trippiest fucking episode of star trek i've ever seen.

All right, kids, listen up. My brain is back to abnormal, and to celebrate, I got a surprise for ya. Wanna hear the new Chili Peppers album? I got it right here in my hot little hands. So tune in at, oh, let's say, 5:24 this afternoon if you wanna hear it all. I'm fighting the urge to listen ahead of time, so I'll be hearing it the same time you do. No commercials, no talking over it, just the awesomeness of RHCP. Lemme know what ya think!

PS. Don't blame me if it ends up sucking.

Oh, look! A survey!

( BAAAAAAAAAAAAA! )

BTW, if anyone cares, I'm gonna be playing outside... somewhere tonight. Downtown. In front of the first place that doesn't shoo me away. Tips are always accepted.