Good girlfriends and gay guys, sure.
But what really sucks is being awake long enough to watch the sun come
up when you're in dire straits with a draconian attendance policy. And
having to work at eleven AM on a Sunday. That, my friend, is not the
recipe for a good day waiting to to hurl itself upon you.
Anyhow, I've invited some other writers to this ramshackle abode I
call a blog, and I hope they agree. Because they're gifted and
creative people, to be sure, but also because I'm lazy. And I don't
post to this blog nearly as often as I should.
I should also take a moment to encourage you to check out RudeBoy's
pictures in the sidebar. That's some good shit. I was thinking about
getting myself a Flickr account until I saw his, and decided I'm not
what you'd call "A Photographer".
And if I'm not convinced I can do it better than anyone I know, I
won't do it anymore. That's why I stopped playing guitar when I met
Ryan.
It's a ridiculous neurosis, to be sure, but it exists, nonetheless.
If I wasn't afflicted, I'd have kids by now. I know some great
parents. I could never live up to my sisters, my brother, or my cousins
as a parent, so I stopped trying.
Anyway, I hope to have some new writers on board soon enough. I just
pray they don't write better than I do.
Stay tuned.
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