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So uhh been a good week thus far, sat around at the pool a lot, been celibrating pre-st.Patty's and all that good stuff. I don't have anything too profound to say other than that, I spose. Bought a copy of "Stranger than fiction" and have been subjecting all my friends to it.

I've been having some fuckin weird dreams this last week. For example... I had one the other night where Steve-O from jackass was doing stupid shit while I was trying to work, and he was pissing me off. I told him, "Shut the fuck up or OD and get it over with already." He got in my face, and I stabbed him in the eye with a pen... resulting in him obviously dieing horribly. My boss then came in to see what all the noise was about, and noticed the body. From there my boss decided to help my buddy Hunter, Myself, and Brad Pitt(yeah wtf?) break into a construction yard to steal a back-hoe and bury the body. Afterwards, we all decided to form a fight club, and burn down the office. I think even Freud would have a kitten trying to figure that one out.

Flogging Molly should be a complete BLAST on Saturday... I only wish Gogol Bordello was still touring with them. But ummm I'll be starting the real St. Patty's day friday night. It's a big deal to us crazy Irish people, so I leave ya with this Irish toast:

"May those who love us love us, and for those who don't, may god turn their hearts; And for those whose hearts will not turn, may he turn them at their ankles so we might know them by their limp."

p.s. This is a pre-apology for drunken retardedness so I don't have to "remember what I did wrong." Thank you.