Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand?.

4:55 am, November 23, 2004

Marooned for a week in Tacoma, Washington.

Let's take a trip down memory lane, shall we?

Sunday: hopes of winning 100 dollars crushed as Green Bay beats Houston. Asleep by 10.
Monday: wake at 5am, leave for work at 6:10, home at 4:30, eat dinner. Asleep by 6.
Tuesday: wake at 3am, breakfast of two frozen pizzas, run at 5am.

This is my life, ladies n' gentlemen. Do you REALIZE how drab and dreary life is when I'm not out partying in Seattle? The quality of my posts suffer as a result. That's why you get this. I may as well be like all the other fockers . . . my turkey sandwich was a little dry today . . . my dog threw up on the blanket we use to cover up the chair so the other dog won't get hair all over it . . . watched another wonderful episode of Coach today . . . Craig T. Nelson is the second greatest actor of our generation behind the guy who played Major Dad ... you know, they should really bring Major Dad back ...

To shake things up a bit, to add a little more excitement into my life, I think today I'm gonna clip my toenails BEFORE I clip my fingernails.

I wouldn't be adverse to a mysterious assassin walking up behind me today with a lone bullet in the chamber and a nonsensical vendetta. COME ON PEOPLE! I know one of you HAS to have the desire to kill me! . . . (wait, if you know I want it, it'll be like you're doing me a favor)

OK, so for the record, DON'T kill me (*wink wink*)

Current Mood: I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady, Caught her messin' round with another man
Current Music: Jimi Hendrix - Hey Baby (New Rising Sun) Live At Berkeley