2008, whoopee!!!

yeah, with the absolute worst head ache of the year i sit down here to post. the neighbors just left after making me breakfast and collecting their children. and my stomach feels like rocks in a cement mixer. why is it every year i start out with feeling like shit? wanted to sleep in but had two little welps hollering at me every five seconds about which kind of fucking cereal they wanted. another one yelling from her room that the phone was ringing and i should get it.(it was in her room, i believe she had used it last.) anyway i'm grouchy and tired and backed up....

hmmm... wow, why do you read here? grouchy ass-hole postings...

i'll try to write something a little more bearable. how bout a list!!! hmmm... a list of things ive done since i posted last! ready?

1. watched a guy slice his fingers to the bone while helping move a industrial sized oven. can you say bloody?
2. watched a buddie shoot pidgeons from his roof top! (real ones, not clay ones...) pow, pow...
3. turned our "pool" into a hot tub. sat in it when it was 128 degrees! then again with four adults and four kids. then again with just cheese and i. i think the new year rang in somewhere in there. ding dong...
4. got too drunk to have sex, again. then gave cheese the best two minute moning wood i could muster before falling into a hangover induced coma. yeah i'm the man!??
5. put down a thirty pack of beer, four bottles of champagne and quarter bottle of yeager... yestarday.
6. got up at six thirty a.m. monday, drove to forty minutes to work only to find out i had the day off. WTF?
7. lost some serious brain cells somewhere since last week. anybody know where i might have left my brain cells? wait, what was i asking?
8. relized i spent almost a thousand dollars at the fucking grocery store last month! no fucking wonder im so fat!
9. filled the dumpster at my work with all the garbage accumulated over christmas... damn.
10. i really, really want a new dirt bike. think im going to buy one this year. vroom!
11. my kitchen is trashed. and i dont have an ounce of energy to clean it. poor cheese had to goto work this morning and will come home to a well abused house. my bad.
12. speaking of cheese, i think the dogs ate a massive wedge of gouda last night. and some motzarella that i left out on the counter as well. i found two empty plastic bags on the living room floor that had "dog evidence all over them... fuckers.
13. i'm almost looking forward to going back to work. i need to make some money! cha-chingle...
14. i'm over it... perhaps i'll be back later...