jug motivation?
since heather has a fancy blog now and she (finally) updated with some new entries, i felt it was my duty as an American to update mine. plus, my eyes are crossing (good time to keep typing) from euros, pounds and francs. people, stop traveling. reimburse these.
because i can, and because only two - MAYBE three (i don't know if you don't leave a comment assholes) - of you folks read this shit, here's a picture of my goddaughter suzy lee in all her glory:
she's pretty cute for a 2 year old methinks. we have the same hair in a way. anyhoo. so yes, i recently was in chicago and it was all you might have imagined it'd be. not in the sense that i actually did any kind of strolling the "magnificent" mile or anything like that, but it's always nice to get away and did you know that i hadn't left the state of missouri since last JULY. that's almost unheard of and completely unacceptable. that's why i confirmed my megabus ticket to chicago the other day for the annual independence day celebration in bev shores, indiana. now that july is right around the corner (hooray!), i can finally begin to use up my vacation days faster than you can say "I know my first name is Steven." should be good times. hear me, son?
other things that i'm looking forward to include:
dinner etc. with heather who i haven't seen since march (completely unacceptable)
chris cuddihee's upcoming visit the week prior to me going to chicago
boxing on saturday (cotto vs. judah)
teena marie in motherfucking concert at the pageant
pay day this friday
marie visiting the 314 at some point in july
(boy guys, july is gonna be hustle & flow time - or something)
heading to KC in JUNE - shock - to see miles' baseball game
rear speakers for sterling
computer room completion
game room completion
i think that's enough, i'm starting to lose my shit over here at work. what if that were true? then i'd be lying. to myself. typical.
um, what else. i really don't know. my brain is fried. i'm reading this snoozefest of a book by the dude who wrote The Player called Under Radar. it started out "okay" and is ending "meh."
i will not give up on books. they're pretty much all i have to hold on to at this point.
because i can, and because only two - MAYBE three (i don't know if you don't leave a comment assholes) - of you folks read this shit, here's a picture of my goddaughter suzy lee in all her glory:
she's pretty cute for a 2 year old methinks. we have the same hair in a way. anyhoo. so yes, i recently was in chicago and it was all you might have imagined it'd be. not in the sense that i actually did any kind of strolling the "magnificent" mile or anything like that, but it's always nice to get away and did you know that i hadn't left the state of missouri since last JULY. that's almost unheard of and completely unacceptable. that's why i confirmed my megabus ticket to chicago the other day for the annual independence day celebration in bev shores, indiana. now that july is right around the corner (hooray!), i can finally begin to use up my vacation days faster than you can say "I know my first name is Steven." should be good times. hear me, son?
other things that i'm looking forward to include:
dinner etc. with heather who i haven't seen since march (completely unacceptable)
chris cuddihee's upcoming visit the week prior to me going to chicago
boxing on saturday (cotto vs. judah)
teena marie in motherfucking concert at the pageant
pay day this friday
marie visiting the 314 at some point in july
(boy guys, july is gonna be hustle & flow time - or something)
heading to KC in JUNE - shock - to see miles' baseball game
rear speakers for sterling
computer room completion
game room completion
i think that's enough, i'm starting to lose my shit over here at work. what if that were true? then i'd be lying. to myself. typical.
um, what else. i really don't know. my brain is fried. i'm reading this snoozefest of a book by the dude who wrote The Player called Under Radar. it started out "okay" and is ending "meh."
i will not give up on books. they're pretty much all i have to hold on to at this point.
