Hey all, I know that it's been a long time since I have rapped at ya, but I've been busier than a one-armed pimp in a bitch-slapping contest. For one thing, I'm having a hard time listening to all the whiners who have lost their jobs, homes, families, livlihoods, etc.
Get over it, will you? The Empire is finally collapsing--it's time to party like it's 1999! Fuck Obama and his limp-wristed stimulating hand-job, The Titanic is sinking and I'm on deck in my tux, brandy snifter in hand angrily inquiring why the band has stopped playing. I intend to ride this baby right down to the last beat, damnit!
In case you haven't been following the latest headlines, yours truly has reached the dreaded age of 35. Jeebs, I didn't think that I would make it to 33 so every year after that is just an after-glo. This has been the best year yet, though thanks to the best friends that a guy could hope for.
Friday night I came home to a surprise--a clean apartment, thanks to sweetie-pie's tireless work that day, mopping, sweeping and scouring up months worth of filth, neglect and abuse. My fag-hag has a heart of gold and suffered countless indignation and sickness to help me bring my life back around and make a new start. To top it off, Billy paid my past-due cable/internet bill and restored service, plus bought Rock Band for my PS2 for us all to enjoy. I am blessed to have profound friendships with these generous and loving people. They inspire and teach me on a daily basis and I am proud to be counted as a best friend in this circle.
In other news, I am the proud steward of three adorable kittens, birthed by Sandy and sired by Sammy. The father unfortunately exhibited aggressive moves towards the newborns and had to be hauled off to protective custody. Sandy is now a single mom, barely scraping by on what charity I give her and the bastard kittens. I am constantly amused by them stumbling about the apartment, wandering to and fro before mom gets nervous and drags them back under the bed for their nursing and cleaning.
Lastly, I am romantically available again as the last brief relationship that I was in sort of parted ways. No hard feelings, we just kind of diverged but we had some great times and I'm thankful for the experiences. I'm not in a rush to get in to another relationship, but won't dismiss the idea, either.
Big weekend planned, starting Friday night and lasting through Monday, which I have off from work. Stay tuned, more news at 11
Get over it, will you? The Empire is finally collapsing--it's time to party like it's 1999! Fuck Obama and his limp-wristed stimulating hand-job, The Titanic is sinking and I'm on deck in my tux, brandy snifter in hand angrily inquiring why the band has stopped playing. I intend to ride this baby right down to the last beat, damnit!
In case you haven't been following the latest headlines, yours truly has reached the dreaded age of 35. Jeebs, I didn't think that I would make it to 33 so every year after that is just an after-glo. This has been the best year yet, though thanks to the best friends that a guy could hope for.
Friday night I came home to a surprise--a clean apartment, thanks to sweetie-pie's tireless work that day, mopping, sweeping and scouring up months worth of filth, neglect and abuse. My fag-hag has a heart of gold and suffered countless indignation and sickness to help me bring my life back around and make a new start. To top it off, Billy paid my past-due cable/internet bill and restored service, plus bought Rock Band for my PS2 for us all to enjoy. I am blessed to have profound friendships with these generous and loving people. They inspire and teach me on a daily basis and I am proud to be counted as a best friend in this circle.
In other news, I am the proud steward of three adorable kittens, birthed by Sandy and sired by Sammy. The father unfortunately exhibited aggressive moves towards the newborns and had to be hauled off to protective custody. Sandy is now a single mom, barely scraping by on what charity I give her and the bastard kittens. I am constantly amused by them stumbling about the apartment, wandering to and fro before mom gets nervous and drags them back under the bed for their nursing and cleaning.
Lastly, I am romantically available again as the last brief relationship that I was in sort of parted ways. No hard feelings, we just kind of diverged but we had some great times and I'm thankful for the experiences. I'm not in a rush to get in to another relationship, but won't dismiss the idea, either.
Big weekend planned, starting Friday night and lasting through Monday, which I have off from work. Stay tuned, more news at 11
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