wishicould

work was a drag, too long and too much of it. But a co-worker and I have set in stone plans to sky dive on the 14TH. I'm so fucking jazzed about jumping out of a plane. I'm clueless as to why but, I'm sure it has to do with lack of excitement in my life. Tattoos and piercings only go so far, and drinks with girls only goes so far, and relationships just ain't been cutting it for me lately. Drugs are mostly out of the question. My kids make me happy but as far as exciting goes...yeah.

I've made plans to be in Reno in a couple of weeks, got a friend out that way that I haven't seen in a while. I will gamble and drink heavily. I can't wait.

Well on towards another day...