she does write all her songs, and lyrics, and melodies and her band, well, the band Ronson got for her for the black album, is tight for sure.

honestly, if it wasn;t for some of the very modern lyrics, the songs on that album could have hit it HUGE in the 60's and the 70's as well.

I will take that as my challenge. let's see what I come up with o the typing front tonight when I get the bong out.

you're on. i'll hit the bong and see what comes about.

Oh man...

re: amy the crackhead
or re: cantankerous and rob the potheads?

i could be burning one down right now and you'd never know the difference.

The second. When pot becomes a challenge, who knows what will happen.

nothing will happen to me, well stuff WILL happen to me you just won't notice it. i probably won't be such a bitch, that's about it.

yes, she will actually be able to hold a conversation without the dreaded cantank bile rising and her agent orange getting all worked up.
and she will not curse all of you to hell and damnnation

I just cannot type when I am stoned. it is a sad state. no practice.

Well that's no fun...

what, me not being mean?

a nice and demure Cantank is actually a scary cantank. that's when you gotta be on yr toes man! *stab* *stab*

nice - sometimes
demure - never

Yes.

I'm only half joking, though. You're not all that mean, but your bluntness is a necessary force here.

i spit the truth whether it hurts someones feelings or not. nothing wrong with being direct and to the point.

And that's why we love you.

That, and it's hilarious when people get offended.

some people need to grow some balls, man. reality isn't made of fucking sunshine and kittens and rainbows and farts don't smell like cinnamon buns.

No no. It's more entertaining this way.

I have a weblog where several of my most erudite aquaintances, all men of letters, learned and cogent, debate daily the exact olfactory nature of cantankerous' farts, and the general conscensus is that cantankerous' farts smell like cinnamon buns.

while reality is not made SOLELY of kittens and rainbows and sunshine, those things exist and are pasrts of life, so why not dwell on them instead of all the horrible shit?

kitty kats are still cuddly and ladies are still soft and delicious and rainbows still bring color to our dreary lives....