so. yeah.
wheeeeee. look at me, i'm posting. everything is crazy in my little corner of the world. i'm working 5 nights a week and making great money, and still we're broke. but nonetheless, all is well. wendy will be 30 in 2 weeks, and we'll be together for 12 years next month. there is of course random assorted kid crap that occurs, that i dont feel like boring all you xero population folks with. at any rate, i'm fat, i drink too much, i tried, incredibly unsuccessfully i might add, to quit smoking and. yeah. i am rocking this biker/cowboy/leather daddy mustache thing, and i get hit on by burly men at home depot because of it. but that's another story for another time. oh, anyone who lives nearby and cares, surprise party for wendy next friday the 11th. email me for details. this means you, blackjack. and you, too stacy. and farrar. um. yeah. this is why i never post. i really have nothing interesting to say unless i tell you about my bizarre dreams and whatnot. and all i really do is work in strip clubs, which is nowhere near as interesting as you might think. but my knowledge of horrible top 40 hiphop is disturbing. test me, i dare you. carry on, folks. we'll do this again in a year or so.