I'm going to go out on a limb here and be honest, and not poignant or sappy or reflective. We'll do that on a latter date, and I have one all thought up for it as well. Anyways.
I'm a loser.
Seriously. I don't get out enough. Its fucking pathetic. Here I am, a young, virile, completely horny male, who has been captive in the frozen male-dominated tundra for four long years, and now that I'm in a place rampant: I repeat, RAMPANT, with females who are moderately attractive, and I've been wholing up in my apartment.
I'm not sure why. Its possibly the company of the cockroaches, they've been pretty exciting up until now.
Expect that to change. I may be back on the scene. A couple of beers in me, a conversation or two (albeit with an old couple, but I talked to people goddamnit) and a bar later, and I'm feeling like I need to get back out there and smack some asses.
Or at least die trying (we'll choke their rivers with our dead).
Drunken entries? WE'RE BACK!
Miss Any?
Alright, we're gonna give this a shot
January 02, 2005
Let's see how badly I failed these last year
December 31, 2004
Okay, so its trendy
December 28, 2004
Its just like that asshole, Joe fucking Lieberman. Annoying and rather pointless.
December 27, 2004
Is this a typical Christmas?
December 26, 2004