halfjack

i'm back. and this time, it's personal.

thanks to those who contributed to my triumphant return. you know who you are. it meant a lot. really.

what's new? not as much as i'd like to bring. but i'll try.

i couldn't get off for the post-thanksgiving fun, so instead of going home, i spent the whole week at my lady's house. it was kinda torture. but highlights were getting drunk with her mom, playing halo the second with her little brother, and cooking the turkey for the whole family. nerveracking, and not as good as last year, but still a success, considering her mom thought it was gonna be a disaster. i shut her up good.

me and lady are fighting constantly. i mean i've almost never been in a relationship without a lot of fights, but damn. this one is very taxing. and it doesn't help that we work together, and since she turned down the promotion, i am now her boss! me, boss of my raging feminist and stubborn gal. shudder. but i have high-igh igh hopes. and she is quickly becoming a worthy adversary of mine in Guitar Hero. and being stubborn and pig-headed and argumentative and adorable. like me.

my exes are getting married. it's weird. i wonder how many of the weddings i'll be invited to. already one has gone down that i wasn't invited. i don't know if we would've even worked out, but she was beautiful, popular, and very, very rich. so. yeah. there's a petty part of me that sniffles. "cheers, darlin. here's to you and you're lover boy..."

i wish i had some new pictures of me. i lost the large manly arms and legs since losing the electrical job (which is making me consider working out. which is very weird to me. but i liked being in shape. easier to climb things and carry people) but traded them in for a beard, a cane (my knees are just too bad these days for being on my feet all day) and a management position. I'M FRICKIN OLD! sometimes, when i try and get someone to do a survey at work, and they are rude to me, i shake my cane at them. picture that while you're touching yourself at night.

random thought: baltimore dykes are better than ohio dykes.

and now, if you've gotten this far: tell me a tale of YELLOW.

also, the wii is amazing. played it this mornin before leaving to go back to dayton. hopefully her little bro brings that shit up here