psycho_magnet

Okay. Last week of vacation of the year. The home stretch is on, the inventory is done, and the holidays are not just looming but more like bearing down like a bird of prey on a small furry animal. A sailor on a piece of ass, a stripper on a $20 dollar bill, a gold digging whore on a rich husband with a heart condition. Okay enough similes, but metaphorically speaking it can be a real bear....

So I was sharing childhood photos with the girl in question from previous blogs, so I thought I'd post a pic of 2yr old me here, to show I actually had hair at one point.

I was a devious child, not an asshole but I would go in whatever direction the wind blew me, and did whatever struck my fancy..

My partners in crime...

The cat lived to a ripe old 20 years, not especially cuddly but he was a good cat non the less. The dog was put down when I was 6 due to being stricken with epilepsy. I remember my dad grabbing him by his feet and shaking him because he had swallowed his tongue. I had no idea he was having a fit, I was just too young to comprehend.

Well I figure I would embrace my Libran nature and go shop. I have birthday and Christmas to buy for. I figure I would hit the liquor store again this year for the co workers. Its easy and convenient just grab a 2-6 for each of them and shopping is done.

Okay, well enough of the finer things, I'm gonna blow this Popsicle stand. I have beef barley soup to make from scratch, shit to buy, porn to watch, and whiskey to drink.

I love vacation......