"I'm All Out of Love"

Had an audition yesterday where I had to lipsynch Air Supply's "All Out of Love", which required me memorizing the lyrics. The audition went fine, but after listening to the song again and again , deliberately implanting it into my brain, now I can't GET IT OUT. First thing this morning, that's the tune running in my head. "I'm all outa love, I'm so lost without you. I know you were right believing for so long..."

It is a very cheezy song, but the lyrics are pretty haunting. It was from an era when lyrics could be heard.
"make me believe what tomorrow could bring, when today doesn't really know, doesn't really know..."
Listening "Whole Lotta Love" by LEDZEP to try to get it out fo my head. "I wanna be your back door man" go Plant go!

My brother is pissing me off. Guy NEVER has anything nice to say. Never. He's got to put down everything! He's a doctor, and I won't bore your with the vagaries of his life, but he is constanting oppressing with his jabs. For example, I tell him about my US magazine quote and how my visits went through the roof. He said."Well if you check your site 20 times a day that doesn't count." He spends a lot of time in Africa, teaching surgery, and bedding black women. He always bitches about how deadly my smoking is, family history , blah blah cough cough. Meanwhile he's telling about this muslim chick he's chasing. I asked him if he realized that messing around with Muslim women, is quite likely MORE dangerous than cigarette smoking.

I can remember ONE nice thing he did for me. Don't know where it was, but it was a family camping trip. Both my parents were teachers, so during the summer, we would travel all over the States, staying in a tent in campgrounds. Anyway, one of those summers when I was 7 or 8, we were in the car, and I was complaining. I'm the baby, and I was acting like it. I have two older sisters, and ONE brother. Anyway, I was complaining about wanting to get to the campsite at the end of one day, and my brother said,"It's okay Ricky, I'll throw the ball with you when we get there." And he did. That was it.

Rest of the time, everything is a FAMILY situation. That way he can control it, and make sure NOBODY has any more fun than he is. Then he asks for your support in everything, all his projects(had my old dad collecting coins form 7-11's for his work in Africa), and gives NOTHING back - except snide remarks about your shortcomings. He lives in Vancouver and I do, I dunno, 80 shows a year here, and he has never seen me. NEVER!!! All three of his kids have seen my show a few times, but not him. Fucker. Meanwhile I show up at all his SAVE AFRICA wankfests. The only reason I haven't punched his lights out already is because he's my brother. He's the card I was dealt. It's a 3 of clubs, but its all I got, and I gotta fit it into my hand. Anyway, he's not my father, something that seems lost on him, so I don't have to put up with his shit if I don't want to.

"What am I without you? I can't be too late to say I was so wrong" Shit its back. Beatles music might work, its hooky enough.

Women change - for the better - and the worse. I heard women marry guys cause they think they'll change - men marry women because they think they won't. Neither happens.
"Oh what are you thinking of? What are you thinking of?" do do do
Dammit, everytime I stop thinking its there, like a cd on pause. The mind is a strange thing.

"There's no easy way, its gets hard each day, please love me or I'll be gone. I'll be gone... I'm all outa love"

comedy fest cold

I have the comedy fest cold (cold symptoms combined with hangover). I caught it from germ dispensor Dylan Rhymer. Avoid unprotected sex with that man!