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I'm thinking about paying Germy to hack my journal and update for me from now on, they're obviously better than the shit I come up with.
Truth be told, I have had time for this journal, but what I was lacking was inspiration. I didn't feel like writing out my bullshit much less forcing you all to suffer through it. But as you can see I'm back, at least as back as I ever am. And still have nothing interesting to share. Do I make up some fantastical story to entertain you? Do I reminisce about the past? Do I share my most sordid encounter and randomly throw in disgusting words like "spurt," "dribble," anal cavity," "milked," et cetera? No, I'll spare you. You can thank me by buying me a beer. Maybe in a few days I can summarize everything I've been up to. Even though probably only three of you will bother to read it.
So happy Independence Day. Milla has invited over anyone who wants to show up, and you know I'm all over that. Hopefully I can get Jeremy off his ass to come with me. It's funny to me, but he remains my best friend. Always. He and my daughter are the two constants in my life I always count on. No matter how much of an asshole I am, they both manage to love me through it all. I feel blessed to have them, and my other family, and of course kick ass friends who forgive me for being antisocial every few months. It's nothing personal. I'm just turning creepy I guess.
Anyway. Speaking of my daughter, Cooper loves sparklers. I mean loves sparklers. She doesn't care about the huge flashy fireworks, she just wants those sparklers and she's content to do them for hours on end. So I've bought about 50 packs of the 6 boxes, in assorted colors, and picked up some of the nicer ones that burn longer. She wants to do some over at Milla's, the rest we'll be doing at home over the next few days. I'm pretty in love with my life right now. There's nowhere else I'd rather be.
Truth be told, I have had time for this journal, but what I was lacking was inspiration. I didn't feel like writing out my bullshit much less forcing you all to suffer through it. But as you can see I'm back, at least as back as I ever am. And still have nothing interesting to share. Do I make up some fantastical story to entertain you? Do I reminisce about the past? Do I share my most sordid encounter and randomly throw in disgusting words like "spurt," "dribble," anal cavity," "milked," et cetera? No, I'll spare you. You can thank me by buying me a beer. Maybe in a few days I can summarize everything I've been up to. Even though probably only three of you will bother to read it.
So happy Independence Day. Milla has invited over anyone who wants to show up, and you know I'm all over that. Hopefully I can get Jeremy off his ass to come with me. It's funny to me, but he remains my best friend. Always. He and my daughter are the two constants in my life I always count on. No matter how much of an asshole I am, they both manage to love me through it all. I feel blessed to have them, and my other family, and of course kick ass friends who forgive me for being antisocial every few months. It's nothing personal. I'm just turning creepy I guess.
Anyway. Speaking of my daughter, Cooper loves sparklers. I mean loves sparklers. She doesn't care about the huge flashy fireworks, she just wants those sparklers and she's content to do them for hours on end. So I've bought about 50 packs of the 6 boxes, in assorted colors, and picked up some of the nicer ones that burn longer. She wants to do some over at Milla's, the rest we'll be doing at home over the next few days. I'm pretty in love with my life right now. There's nowhere else I'd rather be.