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MySpace knows me all too well.
Much Love,
Bo

So I was celebrating the birth of our Lord on Christmas while at the local watering hole with my good friend, Leash. We were discussing her brother's band (who are pretty damn wonderful) and we get on the subject of song writing (something I pretend to know a little about). We began talking about how hard it is to write a song when nothing substantial has occurred in your romantic life in the recent past. It is this single fact on which I blame my own personal "block". (Side-note: I am currently attempting my first collaboration and I must say it is moving along wonderfully. I will respect the privacy of the person whom I am collaborating with by not mentioning said person's name, but will allow him/her to reveal his/her self on the comment board if he/she so deems in appropriate...but I digress). For those of you who have actually heard me play live or use my demos for something more than a coaster, you can verify that most (read: all) of my songs are about having your heart ripped out and the inevitable emotional nose-dive that follows. Tonight I caught the ass-end of "Rockstar," and heard a song that I used to cover by the Verve Pipe called "Colorful." (Incidentally, if you don't know this song please exit this site, download it, and return once you've fallen in love with the Verve Pipe all over again). Listening to the song I realized that I really want to write a song that actually celebrates love instead of bitching about how miserable it is without it (Side-note cont.: The current collaboration is a song celebrating the ability to move on after repeatedly getting kicked in the "relationship fun bag," so there are hints of both pain and vindication...but I digress...yet again). I've known love (twice actually) but it's hard to write about it when it's been so far removed.
Basically, by the end of our conversation the other night, Leash and I decided that I really need to get involved, then screwed over in order to open the poetic flood gates again. She even suggested that we could do some role playing in which we could pretend that she was someone I had been dating and she could say things like, "It's not you it's me," "I just need to be by myself for a while," "I've found someone else," "Put the binoculars away and get down from that tree you perv," you know, all things I've had girls tell me before. Coming second-hand from the closest thing I've ever had to a sister, though, it didn't have much of an effect. After thinking about it today, I've decided that I would love to skip the part where I get involuntary time to "find myself," and just have a healthy relationship for a while. It would be a nice change of pace...though at this point I would take either option, I hate being luke-warm...and I seem to have misplaced my tree stand.
Here's to hoping 2006 yields a "Bo's Valentine's Day Album."
Much Love,
Bo

I grew up in Mason and went to Mason City Schools up until 8th grade. After that I left to go to Moeller for High School and completely grew apart from everyone I had grown up with. It's always kinda bugged me but I never really had a means to find out what they all were doing with their lives. Yesterday I decided to attempt to remedy that by getting a site on MySpace.com. There were a few Comets that I recognized and I shot them invites to my sight. We'll see how that goes. That being said I also discovered that you can get sites on MySpace to display your music. Since I've been off for the past four days and am officially bored out of my friggin' mind, I decided to make a site for my originals too. Unfortunately I can only put up 4 songs at a time and right now only "Hush" and "Through Dreams," are up. Basically it's just easier for me than burning discs for people I rarely see. The links to both my personal MySpace site and my music site are up under my "Links" list (fitting). Enjoy the soothing sounds of my third-rate recordings...and be gentle.
Much love,
Bo

I have long realized and documented the fact that I do not want to meet my next romantic interest while in a bar. Call me old fashioned but I don't like the idea of spending the rest of my life with someone I met seven beers and half a pack of smokes into a Friday night while listening to a cover band attempt to play "Brown Eyed Girl," and being sardined in, crotch to ass, with 100 strangers singing the wrong lyrics at the top of their lungs. Unfortunately this mindset often leaves me in the corner of said bar critiquing the hell out of said band and trying as hard as possible not to make eye contact with any of the classy ladies in the front trying desperately to get the band's attention because, in their drunken eyes, the hacks on stage are like the second-coming of Van Morrison.

I was recently verbalizing these concerns with my friends Mike and Kristina while enjoying some tasty boneless wings and Miller Lite big guys at the local B-Dubs. After much deliberation I decided that I would love to meet someone at the Art Museum, with the assumption that that girl would be somewhat cultured and educated. I immediately realized that this plan is inherently flawed. First of all, I could never drag any of my buddies to an Art museum. Kristina offered to go with me, but walking around with a female would completely destroy any "game" I may pretend to have. Secondly, anyone I would meet there may be way more intelligent than I am. Don't get me wrong, I would have no problem dating someone like this, except that the last girl I seriously dated (back when Moses was still in high school) was way smarter than me and let me know it whenever she got the chance...just makes me a little gun-shy about the intellectuals.

Next I thought maybe I would want to just be fixed up with friends of friends. This scenario is also scary as Hell, though cuz there's always the chance that your blind date could be WAY out of your league and that's just awkward. Then there's all the expectations and trying to be overly-smooth. That always makes it feel like more work than it's worth.

Finally, I realized that I should probably just go back to my original idea. Castration, lobotomy, move to Europe, become a priest, and drink my life away on the best wine in the world. That sounds about right.
Ciao,
Much love,
Bo, RN, BSN
P.S. If anyone has any other suggestions they would be greatly appreciated.

You've got to be fist-fucking me. I just read that the Reds traded "The Mayor" Sean Casey ( .305 lifetime batting average) to the Shitsburg Pirates for Dave Williams ( 17-26 lifetime record, 4.25 lifetime ERA). I understand that the Reds need pitching, hell, I'd let them trade ME to another city for a solid left hander...but Dave fucking Williams? How do you let the leader of your clubhouse go so easily? How do you trade MY favorite player without first consulting me about it? That's rude. I mean, shit, if you're gonna trade a big name why not trade Kearns??? I'd be fine with trading Kearns, he's not an emotional leader like The Mayor was. Now I'm just waiting for Sparky Anderson to hear about how the Reds are combusting from within once again, come back, and pecker slap Dan O'Brien...that might almost make this deal worth it all...ALMOST.
We'll miss you Case...but at least we'll have the memories,
Much Love,
Bo

A friend and I have been debating the saddest movie of all time since the Grullivan wedding and it has sparked me to try to think of my top 5 sad movies. This took me a loooong time, but I think I came up with a decent list. In making this list, I've discovered that in most of the films someone dies, which leads me to the conclusion that death is sad. I don't like it and certainly don't support it...unless the person deserves it (hey, I'm not heartless, but some people deserve to die...we'll get into that later). So without further ado here are my top 5 saddest movies:

Honorable Mention:
-Transformers: The Movie (Optimus Prime dies)
-Armageddon (Scene where Bruce Willis says goodbye to his daughter - cue Aerosmith)

Top 5:
5. Old Yeller (I couldn't shoot my dog...or could I?)
4. The Notebook (Love of my life not remembering me...I could do without it)
3. Dead Poets Society (Once again...death, plus charismatic life changing teacher being fired...then honored by his students-tear)
2. My Girl (I remember watching this at my grandmother's for the first time...alone...and crying)
1. Life As A House (No way anyone with a heart can watch this and not have tears running down their cheeks at the end)

So there it is, indisputable evidence that I am a big, weepy girl. Sorry, Karin, "The Christmas Shoes" did not make the list...you had to see that coming though. As always, you are all free to comment and tell me how lame I am and how sad my list is...but in doing so you would prove me right. I win, you lose, mini-celebration dance in honor of me!
Much Love,
Bo