It's been real.

It's been fun.

Ain't been real fun.

See you fools in 8 weeks from sunny Pensacola. This place doesn't have much it can offer me right now, but I'll miss the hell out of her.

Especially her.

Fook me, that was a long weekend. Too long to do a Bill Simmons-style Diary, so I just go with Long's standard idiom.

Thursday: left for Houston and handed Erin her ass at Soul Calibur II on the inferior gamecube. Watched Grandma's Boy for the first time, it was very above average, but not the second coming of Billy Madison like my sister hyped it ( Read more... )

The little red-headed girl who runs the smoothie stand at Fort Sam Houston's Jimmy Brought Fitness Center is amazingly cute.

And I found out today that she has at least one pair of jeans autographed by Trivium.

I've got her in my sights. Lock n' load!

36 seconds. Damn.

Sorry, Long, that has to sting.

It's been a month since I last updated. I've been in hiding, spending quality time with the girlfriend and trying to dig myself out of abject financial ruin.

I re-surface now to share with you the best Goodwill store purchase ever.

For a mere $3.99, you can find a sweet retro mavs practice jersey. If you're lucky, you'll find it to be reversible.

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True story ( Read more... )

I suppose it's no mystery why Laurel and I can't go into public without everybody thinking we're a couple. If you get right down to it, we exhibit the two things that every couple exudes when out in public ( Read more... )

This entry is simulcast on my myspace blog. It's closed-captioned for the Shawn Millender impaired ( Read more... )

Does everyone have this moment in their life where they know for sure that they will never have nice things ( Read more... )