Warning: I'm friggin drunk.

I haven't written a pile of crap in ages. It's almost too long, as if I broke my habitual being. But I did, I broke my habbits, I didn't goto a bar for a while, I didn't go get drunk like an imbecil, but now I'm back.

Damn, you might think I'm an alcoholic from this, but at this point I don't care. Casual, social drinking is highly acceptable in my world. Mind you, the population of my world is currently... one.

This world that I hold in my hands is dear, very dear. So dear, that I have held off over 4 months since my last true Pile of Crap Article.

Lets see, what's happened since then...

I've seen a girl for the last time in my life. In my world that is. And if an apperance duplicates itself, I'll probably screw it up.

I've seen a new girl for the first time in 8 years. And damn, the memories, what small they are... wow.

I've become stronger within myself and have had enough of the shit that society throws at you and I've started throwing it back. Throwing it back harder, faster, and making it stick.

I've bought a new hat, I've worn the hat, and I've gotten some damn good compliments on the hat. Pimp Daddy D at your service. You see, brantford people have never been influenced and they say "Wow, that looks like a pimp hat."... I say, "Ding!".

I've grown this scruff on my chin since, well, January fourth, two thousand and one. You asked for the date, I give you a date. That's a multi purpose answer.

I've gotten a dish, I've upgraded my computer, I've... spent the money that I don't give a rats ass about. That's the incredibly cool part of life.

I went to a funeral for the first time in 12 years. The last one being my grandfathers. This one was differnet though, it was for someone I didn't think I really cared about. But apparently my heart was besmirched and had to be clensed. I starred at the chandalere for the longest, uneasy period of time in my life in hopes that I wouldn't break out in tears... But I did. Damn my sister for cracking and causing the family reaction. From then on, there was nothing left to protect me. After that the world was screwed. But only for a good twenty minutes. My mind was quickly turned into the "god I hate funerals" mode, and I'm not even religious. I hate seeing people that I havn't seen in ages, the ones that I liked back then and hope they still like me. Even though the one person said "That Clarkie, he was always nice like that." chased the comment with a smile, then ran inside away from the rain.

Rain that yeilded a comment of "You're so frivolous, Darryl" earlier, as I walked nonchalantly to the funeral home in the pouring rain, just before the ceremony. This frivolous behaviour that's lead me to wander in a wonderous way. You know, I really do have the ability to not let stupid things, such as rain, get in my way. Except... for... Girls.

But now you're all used to my stupid sappy piles of crap on how I need to find myself a girl to keep me in order. But I think I'm wrong, I need a girl to keep my ever changing mind focused. There's no way you can change me into a static being. I'll always be dynamic and continue to change my ways. And quite frankly, if this so called person I seek can't handle dynamics, well she's obviously not for me.

I've also started "learning" to play the guitar in the past. You didn't know that did you? Well, don't worry I won't be a rock star anytime soon.

I'll just be me, the pile of crap master.

In hopes that Tami the cute, friendly, fun waitress from Moose Winooskie's visits and says "hi" :)

That would be cool, and the ultimate of bonus points for the pimp daddy hat.

Until then, if ever, maybe before then, I can't remember what else I was going to type, so goodnight.

Oh yeah, Holly Brisley (from poc 401 fame, she's still hot and still reminds me of the finest that I know.)