Who lives in a pineapple under my sink?

Holy crap, for you people that read this drivel... It must seem like Christmas. Because I'm actually writing on a semi-regular basis. Don't get too used to it though, I think I'm just padding you up for when I go home. When I go home I get internet somewhat comparative to hitting a rock against another rock, and somehow the sounds the two rocks make when struck together create standard TCP/IP. So you can see where it'd be a pain in the ass to post anything.

Michelle graduated today. Got to meet here mom and her sister. They're great folks, took us out to dinner at this place called Song down on beach street. I'd never been before and it was pretty sweet. It was a Mongolian grill type restaurant. I don't feel like explaining it. After dinner we went out to Robbie's and had a few pints. All my clothes smell like smoke now, cause it was too cold to sit outside. Too cold for everyone else, they're a bunch of pussies. It was like in the 40's. Here that's considered unbearably cold.

I still haven't packed a single thing and I'm leaving tomorrow. I've got to clean this shit hole up and get my clothes together. Plus I've gotta ship some stuff and go get my truck. I'll be up at the asscrack of 7AM to get it done. I'll be in late tomorrow night. Don't wait up.

Why does everyone hate the juice?

Say it out loud.

Oh yeah, a picture. Seems to be the theme lately. I'll find one.



There's some good parenting. Good thing to whore-brand 'em early in life. Because that kid is going to end up a smelly pirate hooker. Mark my words.

That doesn't sound so bad. I wonder if they're taking applications. I graduate in May...