zenexistence

So I'm working like a fiend.
I forgot if I mentioned it here or not but I scored a gig with an excellent spine surgeon making 15% more annually than I was at the previous place so lets just say I'm pretty fucking okay with that.
I'm too tired to do much else, well, except fix my goddamn Jeep, but life could be a lot worse.
Like having an Oompa Loompa lodged in your rectum.
Amirite or amIrite?
Little bastard constantly breaking into song, all echoing from your derriere and such.
Totally a glass-half-full kinda guy, ya know?

So in my [limited] free time I'm attempting to chill like this fella:


But I'm feeling more like:


I'm eating a metric shit-ton of these:


And imbibing these at a truly shocking rate:


You mollusks truly and srsly need to check out Tita's new set, Hastings Sunrise, it makes me so happy I want to do nekkid jumping-jacks after eating Apple Jacks with a chaser of flapjacks.
That's a lotta jacks, Jack.
Wait, what?

Oh, here -- what is once seen that cannot be unseen:


Okay, I need to go to work but I may update later tonight. Cross your appendages.

Eye<3ewe,
Scotty

PS - Have a lil bit of cute. Or a furry penis turning into a bear, whatever you wish: