*tsssssssss* HOTT!!
Not too much going on. Been a tad over a month since my surgerization. Everything is finally starting to feel normal. Well, throat wise anyway. My nose is still... weird. Of course, that may be my fault. I was drinking and decided I should wrestle with Cory, who was also quite drunk. He ended up catching my nose accidentally when he was trying to get me in a choke hold. So yeah, that hurt. On the upshot, I can still whoop the little jackass.
My tegu woke up. He's eating about a dozen mice a day. I really should think of what to name him, before he eats my foot. Figure he'd work his way on up.
It's been a long while since I've been in a fistfight. I dunno why, and in all honesty it's probably not a good thing, but I've had a vague desire to kick the ever-loving crap out of someone lately. Probably a sign of my, um... angst. Yeah, angst.
So I was gonna get a tattoo. Only trick is, I can't think of what sort/variety of tattoo to get, or where. I'm not even entirely sure why I randomly decided I want one. Might be an early midlife crisis. Or maybe it's a post-surgical "hey I don't feel like hammered dogcrap n' toenails anymore" high.
I have a 10 hour shift tomorrow. Don't really wanna work, what with the whole everyone else quit thing. I'll be by myself half the day, doing the job of 3 people. Shame I don't get 3 people's pay, eh?
My State tax return got all screwed up in the filing process. That is to say, due to a technical snafu, it never got filed. I was wondering why my return never showed. Got that squared away yesterday. I think I'm gonna buy a weight bench with it. Assuming no dramatic and sudden monetary emergencies occur in the interim. Which of course they will. Sometimes I feel like a bank. Everytime I get ahead a little someone needs to borrow one, two, three hundred dollars. Not much you can do though. Still waiting on a return payment from the loan for Cory's auto insurance, and the bill my dearest mother ran up on my credit card. I swear I was smoking some strong crack the day I said she could borrow it. That was a joke. Drugs are bad. Don't do drugs. M'kay.
Speaking of mommy dearest, she just bought a whole new living room set and a large screen HDTV. Not terribly sure how she can afford to do that, what with the whole having to borrow from me and others frequently. But hey, whatever floats your boat. It is purdy, I'll say that much.
Sigh, it's waaaaaaaaay past my bed time. I'm a sleepy, sleepy little camper.
My tegu woke up. He's eating about a dozen mice a day. I really should think of what to name him, before he eats my foot. Figure he'd work his way on up.
It's been a long while since I've been in a fistfight. I dunno why, and in all honesty it's probably not a good thing, but I've had a vague desire to kick the ever-loving crap out of someone lately. Probably a sign of my, um... angst. Yeah, angst.
So I was gonna get a tattoo. Only trick is, I can't think of what sort/variety of tattoo to get, or where. I'm not even entirely sure why I randomly decided I want one. Might be an early midlife crisis. Or maybe it's a post-surgical "hey I don't feel like hammered dogcrap n' toenails anymore" high.
I have a 10 hour shift tomorrow. Don't really wanna work, what with the whole everyone else quit thing. I'll be by myself half the day, doing the job of 3 people. Shame I don't get 3 people's pay, eh?
My State tax return got all screwed up in the filing process. That is to say, due to a technical snafu, it never got filed. I was wondering why my return never showed. Got that squared away yesterday. I think I'm gonna buy a weight bench with it. Assuming no dramatic and sudden monetary emergencies occur in the interim. Which of course they will. Sometimes I feel like a bank. Everytime I get ahead a little someone needs to borrow one, two, three hundred dollars. Not much you can do though. Still waiting on a return payment from the loan for Cory's auto insurance, and the bill my dearest mother ran up on my credit card. I swear I was smoking some strong crack the day I said she could borrow it. That was a joke. Drugs are bad. Don't do drugs. M'kay.
Speaking of mommy dearest, she just bought a whole new living room set and a large screen HDTV. Not terribly sure how she can afford to do that, what with the whole having to borrow from me and others frequently. But hey, whatever floats your boat. It is purdy, I'll say that much.
Sigh, it's waaaaaaaaay past my bed time. I'm a sleepy, sleepy little camper.