Been awhile since I wrote anything here. Also been awhile since I've been drunk. Little room for coincidence here. I'm not really stirred to say anything about the usual topics of girlfriend and/or work. Zelda's pink-clad ass is poised in my direction and I think I have to look into that. She's a hottie. Anyway, if there are any cigar lovers reading this: El Rey Del Mundo. Bad ass cigar. High as a kite right now from nicotine surges.
This is a new paragraph. That means that I can't think of a way to gracefully switch subjects. Two (2) of you apparently read my journal, and you're super-cool for doing so. The other half a gagillion of you need to send a shout-out, 'cause I only got one (or two, I forget) people on my friends list and that makes me sad. I'm not a hot chick, so I got part of an excuse there, but still. The magnetism of my journalistic stylings should have pulled you in by now. Or perhaps I need to write when I'm more sober. Eh.
This is a new paragraph. That means that I can't think of a way to gracefully switch subjects. Two (2) of you apparently read my journal, and you're super-cool for doing so. The other half a gagillion of you need to send a shout-out, 'cause I only got one (or two, I forget) people on my friends list and that makes me sad. I'm not a hot chick, so I got part of an excuse there, but still. The magnetism of my journalistic stylings should have pulled you in by now. Or perhaps I need to write when I'm more sober. Eh.