Well, I've gotta say NM is the biggest POS state I have even had the misfortune of being sent to. What a desolate wasteland full of shitkickers. Doesn't help I'm not near a major city but damn. 
On another note, well.... There isn't really anything else, I'm stuck in NM for fucks sake.
I know, how about a tribute to great friends. I have several really good friends but only 1 Great friend.
My main mutha fucka supernovice.
Whenever I need inspiration to keep going, to run just one more mile, to do just one more rep, I just think of him and what he'd say to me if I quit.
"You fuckin PUSSY, this ain't shit!"
So (raises glass of RBV), here's to you.
I love you, you're the best.
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day. Then shall our
names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words,
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England, now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not
here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any
speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day
On another note, well.... There isn't really anything else, I'm stuck in NM for fucks sake.
I know, how about a tribute to great friends. I have several really good friends but only 1 Great friend.
My main mutha fucka supernovice.
Whenever I need inspiration to keep going, to run just one more mile, to do just one more rep, I just think of him and what he'd say to me if I quit.
"You fuckin PUSSY, this ain't shit!"
So (raises glass of RBV), here's to you.
I love you, you're the best.
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day. Then shall our
names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words,
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England, now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not
here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any
speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day
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Anyway... Man, have I had a shitty week... Stacie left on Monday which always blows. Hate seeing her leave all the time... Can't wait to tell you how my Tuesday went, but this isn't the forum for such things. Suffice it to say, it has to do intimately with one of the four things I HATE... Haven't seen any sharks, clowns or spiders, so you do the math. Some totally baseless hearsay about some shit that took place 2 years ago which I had nothing to do with, but they've had this fucking monkey burning the midnight oil and overthinking everything for all this time. He has had so many ludicrous scenarios and inventions of the imagination built up for so long that when it's winding down into absolutely nothing - he is pathetically grasping at anything to bring merit to his past two years work. I almost wish I had something to tell the stupid fucker; he really is a pitiful sight. But enough of that for here...
Hope you're doing well. Sorry I haven't been able to talk to you much lately, but I have been bloody exhausted. As I write this, I am in a desperate battle with recent sleeplessness and unadulterated boredom and the space bed is singing soothing songs just behind me, begging me to take a nap. Got to power through so I can sleep well tonight.
Hope to see you online later to see how your week is panning out.
Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate