It ain't that I've had nothin' to talk about, just that a lot of it don't need spread all over the public I. My fascination with Hunter's dick and the fact that Tater don't wanna read no more about it- suitable for the public. Details of my divorce and custody battle- not so much anyone's business. Still, since Irvin's sick of hearin' about Hunter ( Read more... )

I've had this damn thing open to update for an hour now, and I keep gettin' distracted by Hunter's dick. Apparently wakin' him up with a mornin' job is more appealin' than some long detailed introspective update this (and every) mornin', so I'm gonna go do that instead.

LJ Friends Meme by coolerq
• You must tell 69 people about this game.
• Paul is the one that you love.
• Becky is one you like but can't work out.
• You care most about Tater.
• Mark is the one who knows you very well.
• Bret is your lucky star.
• Shameless is the song that matches with Paul.
• Basket Case is the song for Becky.
• Standing Outside The Fire is the ( Read more... )

What the fuck day is it, can anyone tell me what fuckin' day it is? Tomorrow, yesterday, three weeks from now? I'm so damn sick of planes, I could yell. And I reckon I prolly have a few times, but shit- they kill my back on regular flights, this stretch of travel's just been brutal, I tell ya what ( Read more... )

I'm damn near drunk as shit by now, but I'm bein' good.

Lord help us all.

And for the newlyweds, a two year membership to The Beer Of The Month Club.

Enjoy, and congrats.

I got a damn stern talkin' to by Vinnie last night. Called me again about half an hour ago to make sure I understand that the next time I land real blows, I'm gettin' fined. I asked him how much I needed to make the check out for, just in case he slaps like a girl again, he asked why I was late hittin' my cue. Told him my prima donna ass was tryin ( Read more... )

Lord, bless us all and watch over us; keep us free from harm and safe within your light as we do what we love, humbly we pray ( Read more... )

I ain't even about to try and figure out what the hell that dream was about- and fuck me if I can even explain it- but I damn well better not have it again after I get back to sleep in, oh, five fuckin' minutes.

:grumbles: Fuckin' Sake, fuckin' jet lag, fuckin'... fuck.

I am, of course, talkin' about Hunt gettin' me Johnny Cash: Unearthed and then bitchin' when I listen too it. I just told him he should feel lucky I don't like Amy Grant; he didn't have an argument after that ( Read more... )

Well, hell. Aint' really had a whole lot of time to update since Christmas, ain't stopped with the guests and kids and hittin' the road until today, but I reckon I've slacked off on it for as long as I need to... not that there's a whole hell of a lot to report. Kids went back to Ma's on Thursday, me and Paul spent New Years Eve all by our lonesome ( Read more... )