Yo. Boyle, did you think to call me before you signed that fuckin' thing to see if I wanted to leave too?

There's fuckin' beaches in San Jose, right? There better be, that's all I'm saying.

Summer's been good so far. We took the dog and ran away to places... well, fuck, I'm not telling you people where we are. You might want to look for us or some shit.

Hey, Syd, old man -- happy fuckin' birthday!

I think I'm taking my baby goalie and our crazy dog and running away for a while. I don't know where, but somehwere that's not here.

Syd, good luck man, we're cheering for you now. Maybe we'll come to a game.

I seem to remember re-signing with the Lightning, not with the Tampa Bay Walking Wounded. What the hell is going on around this team? At least it'll be summer soon for everyone. Some of us decided to get an early jump on it.

Probably because that's when I have time.

So yeah. Babygoalie's packing, so we can fly to Munich. For surgery for me. Whoopee. I'll be back soon. Miss me lots, bitches.

Being hurt sucks.

Being hurt at Christmas really sucks.

You know what sucks about changing teams? Having to redo your stupid journal layouts so it doesn't look like the old team colours. Clearly, I haven't done this yet. I'm a fuckin' slacker.

Ah, well, playing and the babygoalie are keeping me otherwise occupied. Eventually I'll do something about this thing.

Screw the stupid whiny shit I dealt with tonight, the baby goalie gave me a fuckin' awesome birthday present that's about to come in really handy when we go out for a little moonlight ride.

( Except it's blue, not green, I have to take some real pictures later )

Well. Back to Tampa.

That's fucking awesome.