Attention Self,
Drinking nearly 3 liters of beer the night before you have to go to work is a bad idea when you are past 40. Having Taco Bell for lunch on the day after drinking said 3 liters of beer — that’s a worse idea.
In the future please try to remember this. Thank you.
TC
Discovery has landed, so now I can blog. I’d held off on posting anything until I was sure the servers were not going to be clogged with the pictures of another shuttle exploding. Well that and I’m kind of hung over this morning.
THE MARINE was due to ship out last week but got it delayed until today. So HIS WIFE and brood came over for steaks and beer last night for one last time, again. This is becoming habit forming but in a very good way.
Not a lot going on today in the office, so it’s the perfect day to be a bit hung over. The boss is at an off sight all week and I’ve not got a lot on the formal schedule. Hell, it might even be a good time to start working out again. But then again, it’s no time to push it either.
FDSM brought THE LOSER over to the house again last night. If this little bastard doesn’t get a job soon I’m going to lose it on him. Of course she likes him because he sort of has that not-really-as-drug-free-as-I-used-to-be Justin Timberlake fag-boy-plaything look going for him. I guess that teenage girls are just not into guys that act like guys. The whole Alan Alda as the perfect man thing is now engrained into the female gender’s DNA.
And before you start bashing me for gay-hating, it’s not like that at all. Be gay if you want to be, I’ve got no interest in stopping you or in changing your lifestyle. It simply bothers me that today’s teenage girls would rather hang out with the soft cuddly little Beta-male wuss boys than with a guy that understands he’s a guy. All these soft-ass pussy boys worried about which kind of hair gel to use are a disgrace to the gender. No wonder so many of them end up married to a man that needs a mommy more than he needed a wife.
