Where have all the cowboys gone?

For some strange, unknown reason, I'm thinking about that Paula Cole song. When I think of that song, I think of "Sonny Came Home". When I think of that song, I think of "Bitch" by Meredith Brooks. Then my mind just goes back to Paula Cole and that Dawson's Creek song. This is the chain of events. Welcome to my brain.

Coincidently, I'm not listening to anything at all related to these Lilith Fair chicks. I'm listening to Ella Fitzgerald. I love listening to her; it reminds me of those romantic comedies with Billy Crystal, Tom Hanks, Meg Ryan. You know, movies I should hate, being a punk and all. My sister is in her room scaring the fuck out of herself watching an MTV special on The Ring. Seen it? Is it good? Anyways, this whole day I spent drawing...(and waiting in a fucking dentist office. Damn, not punctual dentists...). I posted some sketches. I hope you like 'em. Not that they were drawn for your exact pleasure. They have that kind of punk thing. I'm going to mention Mr. Perfect Drummer Man again. Yes, this is why they are drawn like they are. Uhm...nothing interesting to write about tonight. I cleaned my room...hmm...not exciting...I didn't do much. Oh -fuckin- well.