I miss posting.
And as much as I miss it there's nothing I can do about it. Time just doesn't allow.
That said have a couple minutes to spare right now... I have trader joe's enchiladas nuking. I'm tore up from arrogant bastard ale and liberty ale. I'm bumpin Depeche Mode's newest album (no i ain't not fuckin metroesexual... it's just tight). I've been arguing why TO is the best WR to ever play the game. I've been reading Tucker Max's analysis of The Game by Neil Strauss. Wondering why Esquire named Jessica Biel as the sexiest woman alive. Yup, I didn't have to work tonight. I feel prety fuckin good.