bruiserboy

I ordered my Christmas present yesterday. It's a pair of these Simple, steel cap, 3-eye grinders. I wanted them in the rub-off oxblood, but they didnt have them in stock. Oh well. Maybe I'll pull a Skippy, and use cherry red polish on them. I'm justifying this not as being a male shoe-whore, but because my steel toe docs are getting ratty.
I debated getting...
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Stupid final essays...

Fuck me. Remember when snow days were the greatest shit on earth? You'd wake up, turn on the TV or radio, and pray that your school had been crushed in an avalanche? We're looking at the potential for 10 inches of snow today. My college is shut down until four. Sounds like a good thing, right? Problem is I was supposed to speak to a...
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-Betray-
My heart lies in the exanimate past, though,
you know,
nothing is so far from static,
as the perception of memory,
that is to say, not the minutes scribbled,
the anecdotal evidence
of every hour passed,
but the autobiographical fiction,
penned, culled, and corralled
through recollection,
misty eyes, and whiskey fibs,
sob stories and glory days
We all lie, there, at some point in...
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Dear Santa,

I have been a good boy-critter.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at Rolanda's Christmas party. It was Luke who spiked the punch with too much Lewiston-Bottled Rum. I can't help it if I drank 21 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like bile.

I thought it was funny when I put Ethan's bannana hammock on my head and danced...
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"God is not evil Bob."
"He's not saying God is evil. He's saying that he does not pretend to understand God, yet sees his work in everything."
"But Bob, God is not evil."

"I am not made of dirt, Bob, that's just a metaphor in the bible."
"Actually Sharon, you are, according to the second law of thermodynamics, all matter.."
"Now, thats just blasphemy, Bob."...
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Its about seven degrees outside right now. However, there is nothing like a new Jolene set to set my cold, Maine blood a-blazing.

Ugh, I helped myself to a glass of hard egg nog last night. It was the first time I had consumed rum since the September 13th unpleasantness. Here's the conversation that ensued between me and my stomach upon my first sip.

MATT: Time to wet my whistle, for I am quite the dapper knickerbocker, har har.
TUMMY: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!!
MATT: Guh?...
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I keep finding myself logged out, and having to change my password every two weeks. I am not amused.

I'm off sign language in few moments.
I tried putting up more christmas lights today, but the tree I normally decorate has grown too tall, so I put them in the holly bushes instead. While taking down last years lights, I discovered that the tree had actually started growing around them. Ick.
Did I mention it was colder than a pimp's heart outside? I was...
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