Here We Is...

Hey, world. Check me out!!!
Currently fighting back the creeping cruds, I'm debating whether to watch The Place Beyond The Pines or go with a Conan marathon. Also...
My nose feels thoroughly reamed out due to the Dristan spray/battery acid squirtied up my nostrils.
Yeah, I said squirtied...
We went to Johnny Carino's last night for my son's 22nd birthday, though I was too nauseous to really enjoy my pepperoni burger. I actually threw up about half of it when I got home. I will say I'm proud of him for turning out as good as he has. I don't have to worry about him drinking, or drugging, or needing us to bail him out. He also works dilligently, and all that. We had our stepdad/stepson issues back in the day, but that all seems to be in the past now.
Anyhoo, one more day off from work. I need to see about getting around to getting my prescriptions today. I got a much stronger antibiotic this time around, plus a refill. I never seemed to really get better from the last one in November.
I'd like to change alot of things in my life: patterns, weaknesses, all that. It has been much harder this time around to straighten up. But here we is...
I really wish I had more to say, but that's about it. My head is still filled with goo. I just wish, and feel like, there was more to this existence than just toil, toil, toil.
I would love to have shit tons of money. True, I would hermit up and hide out from the masses, but I'd find a way to do good in the world, without an agenda I might add. But here we is...
Blah blah, that's all it feels like.
Giving my promotion to a couple of chicks with no knowledge of the job?
Still butthurt a bit over that. Must toke. Must kush out...

Crop Dusted by the Football GAWDS...

Now, I'm going to start by saying that if the K.C. Chiefs had won this weekend, they'd be gracing this post with their presence...
Yet, alas...
So sad about that game. I wanted... nay, expected MORE. I watched the game with some douchebags that claimed to be rooting for my beloveds, yet they high fived alot for Indy. WTF, brah?!?
We did lose the game, though. Sad, but true. About every damned play they'd carry another one of our guys off the field, starting with Jamaal Charles on the very first series. I won't blame him leaving screwing us out of the game, because we scored most of our points after he left. Once we lost running back #2, we were fucked. All we had left was McCluster. I like him, but he is just too teeny tiny to be carrying any kind of load. In the end, I will lick my wounds until next season. REmember, this is practically a carbon copy of Indy last year. Maybe NEXT year will hold the ultimate prize for us. Who knows?
Anyhoos...
Watching the Green Bay game now, or I'm blogging whilst I can hear my wife cussing the screen in the other room. Must not be good...
Please, GAWD, do not let Denver or San Diego, or Indy win the fucking Superbowl. Mainly Denver, though.
Fuck those guys, and Manning gets double.
About to finish up BBQing some wingies in the oven after this is done, and watching As I Lay Dying, with James Franco and my main man Danny Motherfucking McBride. Looks serious...
Seriously DA BOMB, yo.
I will say I'm kind of tired of Franco pushing for an Oscar for pretty much playing Riff Raff in that stupid Spring Break movie. I heard, from Riff on FB, he was paid some dough to shut up about it all, and that he'd been asked first to be in it. Guess they just decided to mimic him instead...
OK, guy. My job is done here. Blah blah and yada yada.
End scene.
Closing credits...

Happy New Year, Snapperheads...

Hey there, people. It's a brand new year and all that.
I'm kind of tired, I've had long days at work all week. They've also been a mental challenge, so I'm drained.
I went to some crappity crap earlier, and was miserable there. I just wanted to sleep, not hug smelly strangers...
For some reason I don't really feel very swell right now. I keep trying to get a spark going, but it is futile, I'm just to pooped to stay up and watch movies and stuff all night.
I also have to work Thursday and Friday, so it's not much of a real stay up all night kinda night.
Not really much is going on. I called my dad earlier, all is good there.
Blah blah blah.
Anyway, Happy New-New!!!
May the year give you genital warts, or that HPV virus thangie women get...