"What?"
"I said what color is your cock?"
"In the 27 years of my life no one has ever asked me that."
"Really?"
"And honestly up until ten seconds ago I'd never considered that they came in different colors."
"Ok, well, I"ll tell you if you tell me."
"Ok. You first."
"Purple."
"Fuck you. Purple? You need to get that looked at man."
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So...I've been meddling in the affairs of the world for the past two or three days. Waiting for the whole damn place to go ka-boom. Hasn't happened yet, but I'm sure it's only a matter of time.
Work has been...well...good actually. We were doing so well for so long that the day to day adversity was beginning to grind on me. Now we hit a stretch where we're so fucked up because of outside forces that it's kind of like we've got something to rally against. It's not that it helps the old man and I get along any better, and it certainly doesn't make either one of us anymore sensible. But it sort of gives us something to work together for, even though we both keep a wary eye on the other, watching to see who will stab who in the back first. Great to be tight with family ain't it?
Yesterday was the Rookie's 11th birthday...which makes me really fucking old. Today is the 7th anniversary of September 11th, which makes me really fucking sad. This weekend I have nothing at all planned, and a ton of things to do.
The house needs cleaning. The basement needs to be bleached again after the flooding. The dog needs a bath. I need a nap. Maybe the guys will be around and I can go back to drinking with other people instead of by myself. I would make a really great alcoholic if I could just manage to get drunk every now and then.
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"Way I figure if it takes a 12 year old Scotch and a 19 year old Russian to keep me from putting a gun in my mouth at the end of the day, well then, there's really not much reason to argue with it."
~
Sean's wedding is coming up, and we've got to sit down and decide what the hell we're doing for his bachelor party. I'm looking forward to his wedding just because it will be the last big thing that everyone does together for awhile. After the wedding I'm wondering if we'll see as much of him, I sort of doubt it. But everyone's been having a great time lately, just hoping that there are still people around in a few months.
I've also been trying to write a bit. Got some ideas, got some things to try and flesh out. I've even begun working on a talk for Antioch even though I don't know if I'm going or not. (Add to the fact that I was already debating the fact that there is now a scheduling conflict and I'm wondering if this year isn't meant to be.)
So now I'm finishing up for the night. Wondering how I've dug my way out of one hole and into another and not really even considering that I won't be able to get out of this jam. But really just debating what I'm doing later tonight and how much alcohol is going to be involved and how much it's going to end up costing me (in every which way). So I'll debate on, and get back to you when I get back to you.
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"You ok hun?"
"Yes m'am.""You want another drink?"
"Not just yet m'am."
"Slowing down?"
"Just warming up m'am."
"You better watch out. I hear the big ones can surprise you."
"You have no idea."
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