Back to the Sods v. Truckers
I already have Fireworks,
multiple Dreamweaver windows, and Firefox open. Can you blame me for
not wanting to open Word for proofreading?
I cannot say it has been
a crazy couple of weeks, and that could be my problem. Okay, that is definitely my problem. I am broke. I do not have anyone I can relate to
in the Peoria area (not to say anyone can), and no way to meet new people.
I can affirm that after my accidental credit slip up on Zoosk.
It feels like I am on a
countdown to extinction. If I cannot make something work by the end of
the year, it'll be two years of worthlessness, and even with all
the drama I have experienced, I have never had two consecutive years
of being fucked. I would say the dead-pun-line is 12/31 because I do not
want to be one of those assholes who do the died at age 30, 1980-2011.
If anything that is reason
enough to jail Michael Jackson's doctor. I would show leniency if he would
have postponed the OD a couple of months, so that MJ would have been
51 (1948-2009). Maybe that's why the obsessive compulsive should not
pass judgment.
Then again, that would
make this website the ultimate hypocrisy. Suppose I better get to the
blog then, and skip discussing the kitty suicide notes and the depressed
chick hair cut I nearly gave myself. Do pawn shops take beard trimmers?
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