My, how things can change over a year.

I don't think I've changed this much over the course of a year since, well, my stay in Thailand.

Here's an excerpt from last year's blog:

Out of sheer reflex I went up this morning to wake her up as I usually did, which she would routinely ignore only after asking, 'Do I have to get up now?' Of course ( Read more... )

Right now, it'd feel kind of good to just up and die.

We had a guest chef come in to work with us today, and he made this fabulous four course meal for the guests (and by extension, the staff) to tuck in to. The only problem was that with the service style we employed tonight, we didn't get to eat anything until at least three hours after it'd ( Read more... )

Any normal, red-blooded male would be in bed right now, sound asleep, trying to avoid the dreaded wet spot ( Read more... )

It's been a great past couple of days. They hadn't been as adventurous as I'd liked them to be, but hey; you can't have everything, right?

I wonder what movie stars do when they're not being chased around by paparazzi and fighting crime and shopping at grocery stores in little towns. Brad: So honey, what'll we do tonight ( Read more... )

Some people don't believe in karma.

I am not one of those people.

I am a firm believer that if a person does a good deed and truly believes that another being has benefited from their intervention, that it's got to count for *something* in the chambers of the Almighty Ones.God: So, fat-ass, how does karma work again ( Read more... )

You know it ( Read more... )

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Hoo boy, I hope that my kids (which I'm supposedly having, out of necessity to bring honor to my family name) won't find this journal. It's written in such a style that says:

' I'm a self-centred schmuck. With readers on my f-list, mailing list, and others who kind of drop in and decide out of the blue to send me toasters or cigarette cases ( Read more... )

Summer is already beginning to draw to an end, and it's really pissing me off. It wasn't more than a few weeks ago that I'd step outside for a cigarette at half past ten in the evening when I could still make out the silhouettes of birds, soaring across the horizon ( Read more... )