Going home.

Basically haven't been back to the 'shire since August for any decent period of time. So, I'm headed back on Friday. I'm happy to get the time off and head back to mountain country. Who's the only one not looking forward to this vacation? You guessed it...



Peace out, A-town. Maybe I'll write something while home.

Here's to the breezes.

Fuck you Roger

You were a god to me when I was a kid.

Now you're nothing but a skankies payday whore.

I gave you so many chances before.

We're broken up now, forever.

5th of May

I'm not saying there will be a post tonight, I'm not saying there won't.

Just roll with the punches.

I have six dollars.

None of them are yours.

Someone challenged me to drink 10 beers in a time window equaling 1.5 hours or less. This is a ridiculous challenge. I've done it more times than I have colored in the lines of a medieval armor coloring book. If you have problems with that, might just need to leave now. And by leave I mean stop taking your pal Sparky for a walk. Nod nod wink wink.

I pretty much love Triscuits. I love triscuits more than any other human being related to my life. Seriously, you can always count on crackers. And I don't mean white people. I mean crackers. I suddenly feel as if this post is going to get me anti-racist comments in the moring. Morning. Not boating related. If you're pasty white and you read this. Um, ok. Because congratulations. I'd just like everyone to know that I just wrote congratulations completely drunk TWICE. Ye,s that includes when i just wrote it now.

It's windy as all get-out outside. I'm not sure what that means.

Oh wait, it means I hate the desert.

Here's video.

Let's pretend this never happened. This entry fucking blows.

Seriously.



god i love pinatas almost as much as triscuits