Killians Irish Red is really fucking good!
So I have no reason to be bummed, but for some reason I am. I had a decent day, which is a damn sight better than a shitty one, but here I am. I have'nt heard anything about my apprenticeship, which blows, but I knew that was'nt a definite. I hate my job, but thats nothing new. I saw a friend yesterday, he just showed up at our doorstep out of the blue. He looked lost. He regaled us with his tales of how shit has been fucked up for him lately (like always), but I have'nt talked to him since I got married 4 months ago. I guess thats the way it's always been with us. We're thick as thieves for awhile, then we part ways, then we find each other again. And when I see don't see him for a while, he always falls into the same shit (drinking way too much, hanging out with douche bags, etc). I love the motherfucker to death, I mean I asked him to stand up for me at my wedding, but it just seems like he only comes around when he needs a friend. It's different for me, my wife is my rock. I ALWAYS have someone to unload on, so I don't feel the need to unload my shit on my friends anymore even though I know they would be there. But who better to talk to about shit than someone who is going through it with me? I feel like my friends are a fading memory. And after all these years, I thought we would always be there. I guess I need to vent, and the little woman is'nt home. She's out making herself a better person by trying to help people. She's taking a sign language course, which I think is fucking awesome!! She also got a letter in the mail saying that one of her poems is being published. I'll post the name of the book when I find out the title of the book so everyone can go buy it, goddamn it. Well if anyone is reading my ramblings, take 'er easy.