Damn. Update. Tell me about it....I haven't even so much as looked at SG. Not out of spite or anything like that- when your working 60 hrs in a week in front of a computer, the last thing you want to do is go home and sit in front of another computer. We've also had some problems getting the network set back up due to a faulty router. Finally broke down and just got a new one. So here's a few basic facts about my life these past few weeks:
1. Went to Pink House party and got entirely too drunk. Had a good time.
2. Ghosty (who used to be on the site) moved in.
3. Managed to electrocute myself with the 220 jack testing a new cord for my dryer.
4. Still haven't managed to get the cord fully hooked up to my dryer as I keep dropping bolts down into the hole in the back of the dryer. I also managed to drop one of my sockets for my socket wrench down in there too. Now I have to disassemble the rear panel to see if I can get to the shit.
5. Started designing my future website while busy being intoxicated at the Pink House. I'm pretty happy w/the initial results. I hope to have this up and running in a couple months.
6. Finally got my artwork back from the owner of the now somewhat defunct art gallery. I plan on submitting it for a contest at the Agora Gallery in SoHo. Wish me luck.
7. Thoughts about how cold and bitter the weather is here in the middle of Ohio has me seriously contemplating as to what warm climate state I need to move to.
8. Haven't gotten laid due to my extreme lack of spare time.
Sorry for not being more active, kids. Right now, I'm just a man on a mission, or more specifically, a few missions....and I need to focus. Now that my wireless is back up, I should be back into updating more often. I used to spend so much time browsing through this site....
Seeing as how St. Patrick's Day is next week....let me recall what I was doing on St. Patty's Day last year......
1. Walk into my local watering hole and sit down at the only table available (the bar was full)
2. Immediately look up to see my friend's Danelle's full bosom barely tucked into her Irish schoolgirl outfit (complete with pigtales) and a full pitcher of beer on the house.
3. Get a big kiss on the cheek by said "schoolgirl" that just gave me a free pitcher of beer and an ice cold frosty mug.
4. Proceed to hammer down the suds letting alcohol flow freely through my blood.
5. Have fun dancing with three scantily clad schoolgirl friends of mine.
6. Smoke a cigar lit for me by my friends.
7. Drink several rounds of Irish Car Bombs- made w/extra alcohol and chasing it w/Guiness and whiskey
8. Come back from the bathroom to find my new friend Rachel standing by my seat at the bar.
9. Rachel insists I do a quality inspection of the thin, pale skin on her thighs. I thoroughly and methodically study for any imperfection. None found.
10. Grab the green boa off my friend Ashley's shoulders and dance sensously like I was in some 20's flick. I think someone puked.
11. Offered Marianne a $5 spot to put her leg up on the bar so I could put it into her Garter belt. She decides that getting up on top of the bar and showing me her ass is a better idea. I agree.
12. I am completely wasted.
13. Engage in a serious conversation about music and life in the recording industry w/a large black man. Last droplet of organized motor skill leaves my body shortly after.
14. I do my best impression of Ozzy on the dance floor....and its damn genuine too.
15. Close the bar down and slink my way to the exit. I do not have a recollection of my friend's driving me home.
16. Wake up and go to the bar the next evening a crippled, but recovering, man.
And you'd think I was at a strip club or something. I used to be a lucky, lucky man.
Somehow I don't think this year will be anything nearly so nice. So far this year has been shit....but there's still plenty of time to make it a good one.
Adios.
1. Went to Pink House party and got entirely too drunk. Had a good time.
2. Ghosty (who used to be on the site) moved in.
3. Managed to electrocute myself with the 220 jack testing a new cord for my dryer.
4. Still haven't managed to get the cord fully hooked up to my dryer as I keep dropping bolts down into the hole in the back of the dryer. I also managed to drop one of my sockets for my socket wrench down in there too. Now I have to disassemble the rear panel to see if I can get to the shit.
5. Started designing my future website while busy being intoxicated at the Pink House. I'm pretty happy w/the initial results. I hope to have this up and running in a couple months.
6. Finally got my artwork back from the owner of the now somewhat defunct art gallery. I plan on submitting it for a contest at the Agora Gallery in SoHo. Wish me luck.
7. Thoughts about how cold and bitter the weather is here in the middle of Ohio has me seriously contemplating as to what warm climate state I need to move to.
8. Haven't gotten laid due to my extreme lack of spare time.
Sorry for not being more active, kids. Right now, I'm just a man on a mission, or more specifically, a few missions....and I need to focus. Now that my wireless is back up, I should be back into updating more often. I used to spend so much time browsing through this site....





Seeing as how St. Patrick's Day is next week....let me recall what I was doing on St. Patty's Day last year......
1. Walk into my local watering hole and sit down at the only table available (the bar was full)
2. Immediately look up to see my friend's Danelle's full bosom barely tucked into her Irish schoolgirl outfit (complete with pigtales) and a full pitcher of beer on the house.
3. Get a big kiss on the cheek by said "schoolgirl" that just gave me a free pitcher of beer and an ice cold frosty mug.
4. Proceed to hammer down the suds letting alcohol flow freely through my blood.
5. Have fun dancing with three scantily clad schoolgirl friends of mine.
6. Smoke a cigar lit for me by my friends.
7. Drink several rounds of Irish Car Bombs- made w/extra alcohol and chasing it w/Guiness and whiskey
8. Come back from the bathroom to find my new friend Rachel standing by my seat at the bar.
9. Rachel insists I do a quality inspection of the thin, pale skin on her thighs. I thoroughly and methodically study for any imperfection. None found.
10. Grab the green boa off my friend Ashley's shoulders and dance sensously like I was in some 20's flick. I think someone puked.
11. Offered Marianne a $5 spot to put her leg up on the bar so I could put it into her Garter belt. She decides that getting up on top of the bar and showing me her ass is a better idea. I agree.
12. I am completely wasted.
13. Engage in a serious conversation about music and life in the recording industry w/a large black man. Last droplet of organized motor skill leaves my body shortly after.
14. I do my best impression of Ozzy on the dance floor....and its damn genuine too.
15. Close the bar down and slink my way to the exit. I do not have a recollection of my friend's driving me home.
16. Wake up and go to the bar the next evening a crippled, but recovering, man.
And you'd think I was at a strip club or something. I used to be a lucky, lucky man.
Somehow I don't think this year will be anything nearly so nice. So far this year has been shit....but there's still plenty of time to make it a good one.
Adios.





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we work the next morning though so it won't be going on till the wee hours of morning unfortunatly.