Just a brief (I think) note
Good day to you. I just wondered how that would feel to start off an entry that way.
Tha Wife has picked up a third job. Yes you read right. Tha Wife has three jobs to my one. This of course makes me feel like a failure on fronts too numerous to mention. Suffice to say, many ways involve my ever increasing Tons of Fun known as my gut, I'm sure. On the positive side, however, her third job means big discounts with which I can buy new clothes to conceal said girth. Plus, my gut makes my butt look small by comparison ... not like I care ... or something ... shit.
My side projects seem to be gaining some steam. Of course, they can just as quickly rust out due to my epic battle with laziness. Either way, I hope to begin podcasting a program of an as-yet undetermined form and length before Thanksgiving. Details will be made available as soon as I figure them out.
It seems as though Hurricane Season will never end. I guess another tropical storm is gathering momentum as we speak. At this rate, the hurricane names will catch up to the Beta Sigma Fiji pledge class names.
Well this turned out not as brief as I expected. It just seems as though everything happens all at once in my life, and then there will be a lull of massive proportions. This may change if Tha Wife and I get a dog, which we are presently discussing.
Let me close by saying this: if any of you find out that I wound up getting a poodle or some frilly-ass dog like that, you have my blessing to shove a Milk-Bone up my ass.
And with that, I bid you so long.
Tha Wife has picked up a third job. Yes you read right. Tha Wife has three jobs to my one. This of course makes me feel like a failure on fronts too numerous to mention. Suffice to say, many ways involve my ever increasing Tons of Fun known as my gut, I'm sure. On the positive side, however, her third job means big discounts with which I can buy new clothes to conceal said girth. Plus, my gut makes my butt look small by comparison ... not like I care ... or something ... shit.
My side projects seem to be gaining some steam. Of course, they can just as quickly rust out due to my epic battle with laziness. Either way, I hope to begin podcasting a program of an as-yet undetermined form and length before Thanksgiving. Details will be made available as soon as I figure them out.
It seems as though Hurricane Season will never end. I guess another tropical storm is gathering momentum as we speak. At this rate, the hurricane names will catch up to the Beta Sigma Fiji pledge class names.
Well this turned out not as brief as I expected. It just seems as though everything happens all at once in my life, and then there will be a lull of massive proportions. This may change if Tha Wife and I get a dog, which we are presently discussing.
Let me close by saying this: if any of you find out that I wound up getting a poodle or some frilly-ass dog like that, you have my blessing to shove a Milk-Bone up my ass.
And with that, I bid you so long.