( Hard to believe I achieve this presence completely sober. )

Here's some pics of where I'm residing for the time being.

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Pics from the drive to Las Vegas, as promised. There are about 40 more of these if anyone is seriously interested in looking at blurry pictures of mountains taken from car windows at 80mph. Here are my most prized possessions in backseat form.

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So I moved to Las Vegas and I'm living with my parents for a while in this really amazingly nice place they are renting. In honor of this new life, I have deleted most of my previous entries, and I'm starting fresh, huzzah! Best of all, this means no more drunken ramblings, as I have quit drinking for good, saints be praised, halleluluah! ( Read more... )

I had this fly in my room for the last week, and it kept landing on my hands when I was typing. It was annoying me to a great extent. A few minutes ago I had my legs up on my TV and it landed on my leg. I shot my hand out really quickly and captured it in my fist. I then threw it outside so it could roam free and not starve to death. For this ( Read more... )

I always noticed that my dad's legs would have little marks on them from the top of his socks whenever he would wear shorts at night after a day at work. I have those same marks tonight.

The sacrifice of this tomato's life for my father's and my amusement
in the area of BB Gun target practice will not be soon forgotten.
( Memorial Coming Soon )

Tom asked me to write a story about a bridge and a bunny a while back. This is what I came up with. It's a bit too pretentious in its writing style, but, whatever.The Uomo Anziano Forte Bridge watched as the tanks and infantry approached the mossy stones of his roadbed. He had carried the load of many armies throughout time, and even the much ( Read more... )

Sometimes, while I'm trying to get to sleep, I have this fear that a maniac is going to jump out of my closet and cut my legs off.