This is the xray sign at the ghetto clinic I go to every morning for my "daily therapy"... yes, it is duct tape, and yes, this is a photo taken with my camera phone.
Beautiful, eh?
Friday, March 30, 2007
Thursday, March 29, 2007
why i really hate the "new" blogger
I hate the new one. I really, really do.
Why? Gee, glad you asked - because I can never remember my fucking login. It's completely different than before, and I hate it. I hate it I hate it I hate it!!!
Okay. I feel better now.
Damn, I've missed you. I really have.
Here I am, sitting here at my kitchen table, breathing sighs of relief in fact after spending a total of two weeks trying to figure this crap out. And I did. Dammit, I really did.
A lot has happened over the past month or so... first, my step dad, aka "the strongest man in the world" passed away this past March 2nd. With his passing, I'm reaffirmed with the knowledge and the belief that I will get to see him again some day... be it shootin' pool with him while fighting off the likes of Clark Gable and Sam Kinison, or fanning flames while being targets for the live version of "dodge ball"... I'll see him again one day.
I'm still at the body shop - oh yeah, I got a job at a body shop that started out as a telemarketing gig, and ended up being the boss' personal slave! It's great... it's up there with traffic in LA and, oh, I dunno... maybe eating three tubs of strawberries - did I mention that I'm allergic?
My divorce was finalized - FINALLY - on the 21st. It's been great... if I could only dump this fucking name...
...no, I'm not bitter.
I've decided to go ahead and take a break from relationships for a while. I mussied up the courage to tell the guy - Mr. Serious - that we're going on a break, and his response has evolved from "WTF" to "okay... I'm sad, but I'm here".
All in all, I'm takin' a break from everything. Maybe even this. I'm just sitting here at my kitchen table, listening to the rain pelt the window, and it sort of calls me...
...but I'll be damned if I go out in that shit. I was a sailor for three years, and I'm done gettin' wet.
Why? Gee, glad you asked - because I can never remember my fucking login. It's completely different than before, and I hate it. I hate it I hate it I hate it!!!
Okay. I feel better now.
Damn, I've missed you. I really have.
Here I am, sitting here at my kitchen table, breathing sighs of relief in fact after spending a total of two weeks trying to figure this crap out. And I did. Dammit, I really did.
A lot has happened over the past month or so... first, my step dad, aka "the strongest man in the world" passed away this past March 2nd. With his passing, I'm reaffirmed with the knowledge and the belief that I will get to see him again some day... be it shootin' pool with him while fighting off the likes of Clark Gable and Sam Kinison, or fanning flames while being targets for the live version of "dodge ball"... I'll see him again one day.
I'm still at the body shop - oh yeah, I got a job at a body shop that started out as a telemarketing gig, and ended up being the boss' personal slave! It's great... it's up there with traffic in LA and, oh, I dunno... maybe eating three tubs of strawberries - did I mention that I'm allergic?
My divorce was finalized - FINALLY - on the 21st. It's been great... if I could only dump this fucking name...
...no, I'm not bitter.
I've decided to go ahead and take a break from relationships for a while. I mussied up the courage to tell the guy - Mr. Serious - that we're going on a break, and his response has evolved from "WTF" to "okay... I'm sad, but I'm here".
All in all, I'm takin' a break from everything. Maybe even this. I'm just sitting here at my kitchen table, listening to the rain pelt the window, and it sort of calls me...
...but I'll be damned if I go out in that shit. I was a sailor for three years, and I'm done gettin' wet.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
okay, that was weird
Today I'm taking my children to the zoo out here in Dallas... which is about 3 miles from my house.
I'm a little concerned, though, after reading this a minute ago. Hell, maybe we should just see a movie.
I'm a little concerned, though, after reading this a minute ago. Hell, maybe we should just see a movie.
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