First off, thank you for all of the birthday wishes. I had a good one this year so far and the party isn't until Friday. (If you should find yourself near Oakland feel free to stop into McNally's Irish Pub. I am not to be held responsible for anything that happens after that. If you won't be around, just keep an eye out for the pics.)

Speaking of pictures, I finally put (actually, am putting) up the pics from my Avon Walk for Breast Cancer. 39 of the longest miles I have ever walked. I was being passed up by little old ladies even. But I finished the fucker. And all I had to show for it was a heap of stinking laundry, a couple pink shirts that I will never wear, some blisters, sore ankles, the realization that I am actually as old as my birth certificate proclaims, some rashes caused by friction in some uncomfortable areas (ouch) and some of the most karmaically (even a word?) satisfying feelings I've had in a long time. So, go look at the pictures. All in all, it was rewarding and I had a good time.

Other news, hmm. The girl thing is still going well. I received a birthday call from the ex followed by an invitation to her parents house where she is house sitting on Thurs. I politely declined knowing that I might be turning down some really good grudge sex only for a chance to potentially stab a dagger into her heart for just a little bit. I guess she isn't doing so well and might be looking for some comfort in some familiar yet turned away arms. Hahahahahaha. (Of course, she could've just wanted to hang out but it is so much better thinking that I finally have an upper hand in this fucking mess. Don't go spoiling my fantasies.)

Another somewhat big story in my life right now is that my friend that went into the Marines (from another blog 6 or 7 months ago. See the going away party picks) decided to go awol. I never thought that the marines would be right for him and he finally figured it out. It worried the hell out of me but he was able...

First off, thank you for all of the birthday wishes. I had a good one this year so far and the party isn't until Friday. (If you should find yourself near Oakland feel free to stop into McNally's Irish Pub. I am not to be held responsible for anything that happens after that. If you won't be around, just keep an eye out for the pics.)

Speaking of pictures, I finally put (actually, am putting) up the pics from my Avon Walk for Breast Cancer. 39 of the longest miles I have ever walked. I was being passed up by little old ladies even. But I finished the fucker. And all I had to show for it was a heap of stinking laundry, a couple pink shirts that I will never wear, some blisters, sore ankles, the realization that I am actually as old as my birth certificate proclaims, some rashes caused by friction in some uncomfortable areas (ouch) and some of the most karmaically (even a word?) satisfying feelings I've had in a long time. So, go look at the pictures. All in all, it was rewarding and I had a good time.

Other news, hmm. The girl thing is still going well. I received a birthday call from the ex followed by an invitation to her parents house where she is house sitting on Thurs. I politely declined knowing that I might be turning down some really good grudge sex only for a chance to potentially stab a dagger into her heart for just a little bit. I guess she isn't doing so well and might be looking for some comfort in some familiar yet turned away arms. Hahahahahaha. (Of course, she could've just wanted to hang out but it is so much better thinking that I finally have an upper hand in this fucking mess. Don't go spoiling my fantasies.)

Another somewhat big story in my life right now is that my friend that went into the Marines (from another blog 6 or 7 months ago. See the going away party picks) decided to go awol. I never thought that the marines would be right for him and he finally figured it out. It worried the hell out of me but he was able to somehow magically clear everything up and was discharged with nothing on his record. It is as though he was never in the Marines at all. I don't understand it fully but I am thankful that God or whatever didn't send one of the nicest most gentle guys I know off to a war I don't really support.

That's all of the politics I'm talking today. Promise.

That is about all for now.

But wait, what is that in the not too distant future? Fucking Ireland.

Oh yeah, almost forgot. New favorite band- Frightened Rabbit

Favorite lyric by them so far?- I might not want you back but I want to kill him.