Ok, enough feeling down and what not. No dwelling on shit I'm only fucking my mind up with. I am taking control of things now. I am making '09 my bitch. I'm putting a spiked collar and a leash on it and smacking it on the ass with a riding crop. I am going to dominate this year! I don't have a plan yet though. I do know this much though, my motto is: What would Jimmy Buffett do? WWJBD? I think that's a good way to look at it. Not much bothers old JB. He has fun and enjoys life. Of course it would be easier if I had his money, but that's beside the point.
I'm wearing one of my many Margarittaville shirts today. On the back it says "If we weren't all crazy we'd all go insane." I love that. It fits too.
So I don't make resolutions. There's no point. I'd break them in a day. I do plan on being in the gym way more and I do plan on losing weight, but that's just a goal. I plan on getting laid, too. No matter what it costs. :)
A woman told my friend the other day that she'd love to go out with him, if he was 20 yrs younger. Wow. He asked, being the same age, how that would have made me feel. I thought about it awhile and I came to this desicion: we need to start going to tittie bars, 'cause as long as we got the money the strippers don't give a fuck how old we are.
Anyway, bring on 2009, I'm ready for the bitch. It can throw it's shit at me all it wants, it isn't going to get to me. I am going to be the dominant one. '09 will be my bitch.
(Of course I still want to nail Dulcinea at least once.)
Friday, January 2, 2009
Thursday, January 1, 2009
I am Don Quixote
I'm starting to think that maybe I am Don Quixote. It explains a lot. I believe in chivalry, I dream about being a brave knight and I long for the fair maiden Dulcinea that I will never have.
Well that certainly explains a lot. Of course it also means I have lost what was left of my mind. That's great. What a way to start the new year. Now all I have to do is find some windmills to tilt and of course I will need a squire. My Sancho. Any volunteers? On the downside, as we know from the book, it doesn't end well. Sigh.
To live, the impossible dream.
To fight, the unbeatable foe.
To bear, the unbearable sorrow.
To run, where the brave dare not go.............
Everyone have an awesome 2009! I hope you all find nothing but happiness.
Me, I'm going to go build my suit of armor and start looking for a lance and sword.
Well that certainly explains a lot. Of course it also means I have lost what was left of my mind. That's great. What a way to start the new year. Now all I have to do is find some windmills to tilt and of course I will need a squire. My Sancho. Any volunteers? On the downside, as we know from the book, it doesn't end well. Sigh.
To live, the impossible dream.
To fight, the unbeatable foe.
To bear, the unbearable sorrow.
To run, where the brave dare not go.............
Everyone have an awesome 2009! I hope you all find nothing but happiness.
Me, I'm going to go build my suit of armor and start looking for a lance and sword.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Not fair!!!
It's sunny and 55 with NO WIND for the first time in weeks and I'm stuck at work. It sucks and
it ain't fair. Sure it was sunny and 65 on Friday when I was off, but we had 40-60 mph winds so it really did me no good. Then Friday night after going to the bar, I got stuck in a severe thunderstorm. It was awesome. Not fun to drive in though. Esp. when I got blinded by the lightning strike. I LOVE t-storms. Then Saturday AM it was cold and our "snowflurries" turned into 2 inches of the fluffy white crap. I've had enough of winter shit. It made the walk down the hill and across the parking lot a real bitch after the hockey game Sat. night. I saw a lot of people fall. Sunday was nice again (50'ish) but breezy. Now it's beautiful and I'm stuck here.
I'm still pissed at the Cowboys. I don't mind getting beat in a good close game, but to not even show-up and to play like you don't give a rat's ass when the playoffs are on the line just pisses me off. Every pickup basketball game I ever played, every rec league softball game I ever played and in fact every sport or game of any kind I have ever played I gave 100% and did everything possible to win. Losing was never an option. Why shouldn't assholes playing games for money be the same way? The whole coaching staff should have been fired on the field (shot actually) and made to find their way home. Romo too. You're getting your ass handed to you in yet another big game and after sticking your head further up your ass you come off the field smiling? I have ran into walls at full speed going after a loose ball in games that meant nothing. If I was a gazillionaire I'd buy the 'Boys just to fire Phillips and punch Romo in that fucking aw shucks grin. yeah, you get to fuck Jessica for a few months now with no football to get in your way. Have fun. I hope you don't have the same kind of performance anxieties in the sack that you do on the field. Actually, I hope you do!
Good thing I'm not bitter or anything.
it ain't fair. Sure it was sunny and 65 on Friday when I was off, but we had 40-60 mph winds so it really did me no good. Then Friday night after going to the bar, I got stuck in a severe thunderstorm. It was awesome. Not fun to drive in though. Esp. when I got blinded by the lightning strike. I LOVE t-storms. Then Saturday AM it was cold and our "snowflurries" turned into 2 inches of the fluffy white crap. I've had enough of winter shit. It made the walk down the hill and across the parking lot a real bitch after the hockey game Sat. night. I saw a lot of people fall. Sunday was nice again (50'ish) but breezy. Now it's beautiful and I'm stuck here.
I'm still pissed at the Cowboys. I don't mind getting beat in a good close game, but to not even show-up and to play like you don't give a rat's ass when the playoffs are on the line just pisses me off. Every pickup basketball game I ever played, every rec league softball game I ever played and in fact every sport or game of any kind I have ever played I gave 100% and did everything possible to win. Losing was never an option. Why shouldn't assholes playing games for money be the same way? The whole coaching staff should have been fired on the field (shot actually) and made to find their way home. Romo too. You're getting your ass handed to you in yet another big game and after sticking your head further up your ass you come off the field smiling? I have ran into walls at full speed going after a loose ball in games that meant nothing. If I was a gazillionaire I'd buy the 'Boys just to fire Phillips and punch Romo in that fucking aw shucks grin. yeah, you get to fuck Jessica for a few months now with no football to get in your way. Have fun. I hope you don't have the same kind of performance anxieties in the sack that you do on the field. Actually, I hope you do!
Good thing I'm not bitter or anything.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Well hell...
My Cowboys don't even showup today and get whupped and kept out of the playoff.
Now, remember the woman I blogged about a few weeks ago. The one I can never have? Yeah, well I got to see her today. Looking more beautiful than ever. I wanted to grab her and kiss her. Hell, I wanted to rip her clothes off. I didn't. I was a good boy. I had to be. Damn it.
More later.
Now, remember the woman I blogged about a few weeks ago. The one I can never have? Yeah, well I got to see her today. Looking more beautiful than ever. I wanted to grab her and kiss her. Hell, I wanted to rip her clothes off. I didn't. I was a good boy. I had to be. Damn it.
More later.
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