Unholy Bungholiness...

Ha, I look like a crazy person guy. This was taken earlier today at work, on the verge of having my first two day weekend in awhile. Sooooooooo wore out and tired of that shit.
Ugh, I just wish it was all over, and I was rich and never had to work ever again. Ever. Grody to the max...
I was starving for some damned white chicken chili. I didn't bring anything that day, and had to smell it cooking while my stomach shriveled up. Anyhoo...
Blergha blergh, flippity flop floop. You know, I hate that I come on here all wanting to ooze everything out to this blergha blog, but then I get cold feetsies. Anyway, I look thinner in this picture. I've been walking in place and shit like that on the line, four hours a day to be exact. We are going back to the gym tomorrow, though. I'm ready to finish what I started and get huge. I've done a pretty good jerb losing alot of the fat. Can't make my face any better than what it probably isn't, but I can make the rest a thang of marvel...
So, I'm just working all of the time. Maybe tomorrow I will return here to further babble about silliness and the occasional injustices of a cruel, cruel world of buttholiness.
Wah wahhh.

The Wow, I Haven't Been Around in Awhile Post...

No picture. Just wordage. I have been working hard at my new jerb, almost ended up even working all weekend long...
Sure, at around $46 an hour, but A: they tax the fuck out of it. B: I already worked a long ass week, and someone else can enjoy that overtime crappage.
I dunno, just weirdness in my head. Sometimes I feel as if I'm breaking down old suckage and flushing it awy, and at other times I'm just the same old...
Douche bag?
Nahhh, dawg. I'm cool. Just trying to, uhhhhh... I dunno. Grow up? Ehhhhhh. Prepare myself for the final journey into death by sticking myself in a jerb that time will pass by so quickly, I will wake up one day at about 67 years old. Yuck. Just the thought of my even wrinklier balls...
So I've been watching alot of Barney Miller. Great fucking show, love it. Very deep, indeed, and in the 70's you could say alot you can't now. Too bad for peoples today, except the internet keeps all the classics available. Wish I would've watched Barney as a kid. I can only imagine how it would've shaped my humor. Would I even have liked it?!?
Anyhoo. Smoke break, then back to punch away more at you...
Woops. came back dry. Guess we'll just have to cuddle instead.
Isn't that how it always T-I-S?