I remember how, when I was a kid, I thought it was unfair that my brothers birthday was a holiday that he always got off. Jerk.

Happy Birthday, Sean!

In the process of making mashed potatoes, I clogged the drain, broke two pluingers, cut my cand, and burnt my fingers. And so far, all I've done is peel and cut them up and put them on the stove. They aren't even mashed yet.

How have I survived this long?

a haircut. I look like a hippie. Damn hippies...

You brought this upon yourself.

I'm not sorry. You are simply to efficient and clever for my normal methods to work. So it comes to this.

Be forewarned. And beware the groove.

Groove.....

I learned from the great Travis Neal. All hail.

For those of you who have met me and my brother, you should know that argument is a passion of ours. Now, I in no way think I'm on his level, but I can lay down the snide word while pretending to be polite on occasion.

And it always makes me feel accomplished.

1) Just because it's called "Ryan's Irish Style Cream Liqueur" does NOT mean it's my own bottle of booze to carry around and drink all of.

2) Drunk Ryan is easily manipulated. My apologies at this moment go out to Travis, and more specifically, his balls.

3) Must take the hose to those bushes out front....

I hate being right.

And I hate going out to my car after I get laid off and having it not start.

My job did give me two moths of severance, and I'm still covered by medical and such, so I'm ok. But you can bet your sweet asses It's time to get drunk tonight.

So I think I'm getting laid off today.