Pressure washing is fun. Five horsepower of compressed air and water, 2400 psi, seven nozzel choices - nozzel. There's a sweet word: nozzel. Say that out loud. Say it fast. Say it slow. Write a song about rock and roll...

Seven days left until school and I can't wait. Counting down the days until I move to Cheney so I can count down the days until I come back home. Seriously we humans are such silly folks. I think that I've begun to pretend that we don't have a government. They don't exist, they're just kidding. I don't watch the news anymore cause I'm too busy or it's too depressing, I only read the paper for the sports and comics (GET FUZZY!!), and what our awesome and powerful leaders are or are not doing holds little or no interest to me. Apparently, the race for Mayor of Bonney Lake is heating up. Apparently all three candidates (including the incumbent) are worthless men who don't care enough about my city. Apparently they've not done enough planning to head the No. 2 fastest growing city in the state of Washington. All I know is that somebody keeps cutting down all our trees and building hardware stores (I wonder if they'll sell those same trees there as warped, low-grade lumber?) and houses with inflated prices. Apparently we don't have enough police, water treatment, and our roads aren't going to be able to handle the massive amounts of people who will soon be moving to our beloved town. Hum. I wish they'd go away - it used to be, and still is, such a nice town, tucked beneath the beard of Mt. Rainier awaiting its next erruption in peace. Now we have Wal*Mart and Target and Home Depot. O, and if there's one thing we don't need it's more police. I can't drive to one mile without seeing at least two of the buggers trying to catch me driving with flashing lights on my hubcaps. Um...that wasn't me...it was someone...who looked like me...

That's all...it might be forever until I blog again...I dunno, I'm kind of burned out on it. I love to read other people's blogs way more then write in my own anyway.

Um, lookin' for a good time? Pop in some Journey and go cruising with a brand new pair of aviators.

Very, very cool.