meh-ness and a reassuring affection for the unbearable lightness of my noncorporeal being...aka still fat, almost pokahbroke, and yet a grin.
start by hitting a one outer to save me from set over set - so you have to figure things are looking up for you.
not so much...just played meh-ish to crummy.
btw...for all you who remember me as a serial commenter and one time blogger, two things have happened to make it hard on me to do either:
my 1 y/o Z took fifteen buttons off my keyboard when i wasnt watching her. typing stuff is no fun to say the least.
also, i seem to have fucked up my google account password and its hard to navigate and/or comment without it.
I got dial-a-shotted by Donkey Puncher but am ashamed to say was not awake to answer. It did make me laugh my ass off on the way to the hospital yesterday.
Home improvement guru that I am, I have already broken out my DeWalt 18V cordless and doubled the shelving in the kids' closets as well as cut new slats for one of the beds. Every once in a while I start to think about what the price of injuring my moneymakers works out to - but then I tell myself, fuck it; life's too short and making shit is fun.
lucko and mitch and gnome are going strong. in the immortal words of stoner: GLGLGL. wish i was still in the hunt, but haven beat fair and square I am just looking forward to Entourage.
Oh yeah, will likely go busto on FT soon and can't see myself reloading. I won't bore you with details, but too much walking, shoes worn thin, too much trippin' and my soul's worn thin.
Well okay maybe I don't feel THAT bad, but I could use a change of scene.
Time for a new mistress then? Always time, always time...Bodog here I come.