Like I Give A Shit
So, it's been a while. Okay, a long while. STOP BUGGING ME DAMMIT! Oh, sorry. Moving right along...
Life is pretty good right now. I have a good, steady job, the love of a perfect (for me) lady, a nice place to call home, and good friends. Life is good.
Before I forget, a few things I wanted to say. To Pete, Frankie, Tom, and Dana, you guys are collectivly good peoples. Thanks for making me feel not so much as the random boyfriend from outside the group thing, but as a new member of a really cool group of friends. I appr'ciate it.
Also, I sent in my application for appointment to the position of Firefighter for the City of Waterbury. Yeah, yeah, I know. It's a shithole. However, the cool thing is that, the more crack houses burn down, and car accidents there are, the more job security I will have. So, people of Waterbury, keep burning shit, because fighting fires is fun. Speaking of, I know that not many people who have never been a Jake would understand (and if you don't know what Jake stands for, you really will be lost), but firefighting, to me, is not so much a job. It's so much fun. Seriously. Riding on the bigredgofast, smashing doors, helping people, etc. It'll be a blast.
If any of you are thinking of saving money by cutting your own hair, that shit is harder than it looks. Especially when you do it yourself, then not notice you missed a fair sized patch of hair and walk around looking like an idiot. Yeah, that's fun....
Maine is a desolate wilderness that should never have been inhabitied by Maine. I mean, they don't even have 7-11's up there. Bastards.
Anyway, I'm gonna shut up because I plan on surprising my angel with flowers. Hope she likes them. (As if I have to ask.)
On that note, ciao. P.S. To all of Julie's friends, if I forgot to tell you, open door policy here at Camp Cracken Up. Just give me a five minute warning to find my pants. Have a nice evening. Try the veal. PEACE!
Life is pretty good right now. I have a good, steady job, the love of a perfect (for me) lady, a nice place to call home, and good friends. Life is good.
Before I forget, a few things I wanted to say. To Pete, Frankie, Tom, and Dana, you guys are collectivly good peoples. Thanks for making me feel not so much as the random boyfriend from outside the group thing, but as a new member of a really cool group of friends. I appr'ciate it.
Also, I sent in my application for appointment to the position of Firefighter for the City of Waterbury. Yeah, yeah, I know. It's a shithole. However, the cool thing is that, the more crack houses burn down, and car accidents there are, the more job security I will have. So, people of Waterbury, keep burning shit, because fighting fires is fun. Speaking of, I know that not many people who have never been a Jake would understand (and if you don't know what Jake stands for, you really will be lost), but firefighting, to me, is not so much a job. It's so much fun. Seriously. Riding on the bigredgofast, smashing doors, helping people, etc. It'll be a blast.
If any of you are thinking of saving money by cutting your own hair, that shit is harder than it looks. Especially when you do it yourself, then not notice you missed a fair sized patch of hair and walk around looking like an idiot. Yeah, that's fun....
Maine is a desolate wilderness that should never have been inhabitied by Maine. I mean, they don't even have 7-11's up there. Bastards.
Anyway, I'm gonna shut up because I plan on surprising my angel with flowers. Hope she likes them. (As if I have to ask.)
On that note, ciao. P.S. To all of Julie's friends, if I forgot to tell you, open door policy here at Camp Cracken Up. Just give me a five minute warning to find my pants. Have a nice evening. Try the veal. PEACE!