That is very juicy, good thing we're wearing these wet suits.

I'm back.
I had some shit going on. Ok, so does everyone. My internet at home was being a little bitch, and my wonderful new coworked Skinhead, is on the computer nonstop, so I've got time to maybe check my mail once a day and that's it.
My stomach's been off since December 26th, and I just fixed it today. It's probably only a temporary fix but I don't care. It's fixed and I ate fucking Taco Bell bitches! Since I'd been living on crackers and plain wheat bread for weeks and weeks, this was something major.
This weekend, I shall see if it can handle beer. And all that fun stuff. I haven't gotten trashed since... I don't know when. And it sucks.
I made the executive decision to keep my old truck. I just love him too much to give him up. So basically I bought a new truck for nothing.
But that's cool. I'll be that guy. Er, girl. Whatever.
I've been looking for a new place. I can't actually move out of this heap till May/June, but I'm looking. It sucks too, cuz I found this sweet little place downtown, like totally downtown, right on the main street, (downside, onstreet parking for 2 trucks=what the fuck am I thinking?), totally within my price range (below what I was hoping for even), 2 bedrooms, no need for a mother fucking roommate, 3 blocks from a bar, 2 blocks from a coffee shop, and just fucking sweet. Think I can convince the dude renting it to hold onto it another 4 months?
Yeah, probably not.
Why did I just waste an hour of my life watching the State of the Union Address? I sure as hell didn't plan to. I got sucked in. Did you know GW has a lisp? It kept making me laugh. And then when they were scanning around the room, I noticed a few things. Ms. Rice has a permanent scowl imbedded on her face, like she decided to botox a that instead of non-emotion onto her face. And then 2 senators were asleep (John McCain and some Senator from Delaware). I mean, I know that shit's boring dudes, but you picked that career... Plus, people kept stanind up around them to clap. How the hell do you sleep thru that? They must be some hard-core sleepers.
And then the Democratic Response (or what the fuck ever it was called) just seemed like some guy whining about his daddy not being there when he was growing up. Poor little boy. Go get some therapy and stop wasting the American public's time. Whiney boy.
Ok, seriously, I didn't mean to watch that shit.
I'm going away now.
But don't worry kids, I'll be back. And soon. Ish.