Say what?!?
Whatd'ya mean it's 2006 already?!? Holy crap! I've really been fucking off and not posting. Sorry folks (okay, folk...actually, just Jamie, who recently said that I really need to update this).
So life's been extremely hectic as of late. It's hard being a single parent, what with the schooling and feeding and clothing the little rugrat. Fucking laws... When I was a kid, I was lucky to have a bit of string and some used bubble gum for clothing and food, but not necessarily in that order. Holy shit! Nowadays, especially in Jersey, you get dragged out into the street, drawn, quartered and the pieces parts burned to a charred crisp if you so much as raise your voice to your own kid! What the fuck?!?
Anywho, I figured I'd post this really horrible picture of me with a nifty shirt that Jamie sent to me, seeings as how I was down in the dumps these past few months. So, now's your chance. If you're squeamish or faint of heart, close your browser, hit the "Back" button, run for the hills or whatever you need to do to keep from hurling the remains of your lunch across your screen (as a footnote, publisher and author are not responsible for subsequent damage to your computer equipment - you've been warned!)
And, before you ask, yes, I'm wearing jammies. Fuck you, they're comfortable.
Besides raising my son, I've also been running ragged at work. Stress sucks. I just can't wait until they shitcan that fucktard they call a manager. God, what a fuck up. Can't file paperwork worth a damn, can't remember shit, has absolutely ZERO people skills. Rumor has it that it's only a matter of time before he's gone (and maybe his wife will quit as well, or, with any luck, she'll get fired, too). That means there's only one direction for me, and no, it's not down, Mark, so fuck you. Just kidding.
Anyway, I think I'm going to kill me some Nazis on my son's Xbox. Well, not *real* Nazis. Just the ones in Call of Duty 2: Big Red One (holy fuck and a half, what a kick ass game!!). Hopefully, I'll get back to posting on a quasi-regular schedule again. Wish me luck!
So life's been extremely hectic as of late. It's hard being a single parent, what with the schooling and feeding and clothing the little rugrat. Fucking laws... When I was a kid, I was lucky to have a bit of string and some used bubble gum for clothing and food, but not necessarily in that order. Holy shit! Nowadays, especially in Jersey, you get dragged out into the street, drawn, quartered and the pieces parts burned to a charred crisp if you so much as raise your voice to your own kid! What the fuck?!?
Anywho, I figured I'd post this really horrible picture of me with a nifty shirt that Jamie sent to me, seeings as how I was down in the dumps these past few months. So, now's your chance. If you're squeamish or faint of heart, close your browser, hit the "Back" button, run for the hills or whatever you need to do to keep from hurling the remains of your lunch across your screen (as a footnote, publisher and author are not responsible for subsequent damage to your computer equipment - you've been warned!)
And, before you ask, yes, I'm wearing jammies. Fuck you, they're comfortable.
Besides raising my son, I've also been running ragged at work. Stress sucks. I just can't wait until they shitcan that fucktard they call a manager. God, what a fuck up. Can't file paperwork worth a damn, can't remember shit, has absolutely ZERO people skills. Rumor has it that it's only a matter of time before he's gone (and maybe his wife will quit as well, or, with any luck, she'll get fired, too). That means there's only one direction for me, and no, it's not down, Mark, so fuck you. Just kidding.
Anyway, I think I'm going to kill me some Nazis on my son's Xbox. Well, not *real* Nazis. Just the ones in Call of Duty 2: Big Red One (holy fuck and a half, what a kick ass game!!). Hopefully, I'll get back to posting on a quasi-regular schedule again. Wish me luck!
posted by Den at 9:37 PM
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