i dont know why i'm angry and even as i write i feel it leaving me. as far as shrooms go, i don't like them, aren't on them, and probably never will again. okay, so i've been playing farm hand for this week passed, even got to hack up dead rabbits for bait, and i didn't have my knife (any of them, it quite perturbed me) so i used a rather blunt hatchet. needless to say, it was messy, all over my jeans, jersey, hands, boots, bench floor etc. but rabbits are weird in that they don't smell particularly bad (until you leave your clothes in your bag for 3 days and take em out to wash( i NEVER wash my jeans)) anyway. life goes on, am good, michelle is moving o'er seas with her new husband, best wishes to them (they dont even know where thay're going yet heh.) jen is well on her way to happines she has herself a new truck and is making her way happily around where'er sh is. again, best wishes to her. and of course, to you, my woundeful audience/fans i bid you a farewell -B0b 1846|051104