2003-09-14

Okay, now that my first entry is out of the way, it's time to get back into the grit and minutia of my boring ass life. Hurrah!

JOHNNY CASH. I know I�m a little late on the train here, but I was diaryless, so please forgive me. Here�s what happens to me on the day Johnny Cash dies.
a) I cry.
b) I function.
c) I cry again.
d) I blow my nose.
e) I function again.
f) See a).

Honestly, I lost my shit all day. I couldn�t stop it. And I realized, it was for selfish reasons. Why was I crying? Because there will be no more Johnny Cash music. That�s it, what we�ve got is it. And by God, that�s tragic.

I�m a swine, I know. I need a Cash fix every few years.

My last breakdown ended peacefully when I realized that if they let Johnny Cash into heaven, I�m definitely getting in. And if he went to hell, that�s where I wanna go.

You know that question, "When you get to heaven�s gates, what do you want to hear God say to you?"

I want God to say, "Hello. I�m Johnny Cash."