Gotta do whatcha gotta do.

Fucking brother took money from me.
Lied right to my face about it.
Took a punch to the back of the head and a few to the ribs.
Fucker better not do it again or it's a bloody face.

I'm a pacifist, not afraid to get down if I have to, but afterwards it definitely makes me feel like crap.

Playoffs begin Tuesday, I can't wait.

Everyday so far this week.

Someone on SportsCenter has made a Johnny Drama joke.

The man is a genius.

VICTORY!!!

Division Champions

And the Angels win the division. Going to the playoffs for the third time in four years, and hopefully a second World Series championship. If we make the World Series, I'm definitely going to at least one game.

Anyone wanna go?

Sleepy.

Man, I get a normal 8 hours of sleep and once I wake up all I want is to sleep more.

It's probably just the booze and drugs.

What a weekend.

Surprises = fun.

Unexpected visitors and unexpected substances. It's been a great couple of months.

I've got nothing to complain about. I hope you're all having as good of a time as I am.

Nightlife.

I think I'm getting too into the whole night thing.
I need some motivation to wake up during the day.

Sucks living in the middle of nowhere, man.

Weather.

What the fuck is up with the goddamn weather? First it rains like a motherfucker, now it's hot again? It's fucking with my sleep, man.

Quit being a cunt, Mother Nature.

It was a great weekend.

2 shows, an eight ball, around 60-70 beers.

And I can't remember half the weekend.

Another weekend, another hangover.

Sex, drugs and rock n' roll.

I can guarantee two out of three.

Seperation.

I try and keep work at work. I've been quite successful for years. Mainly because I've only had "jobs" and not a real career or anything serious. But tonight, for the first time in about 3 years, I came home angry about work. And here I am writing a blog about it. So fuck going into detail. This is me letting of the little steam I have.

I'm glad I'm such a mellow bastard.

Forget that.

The new hours lasted exactly one night.

Here's to bad management.

Philosophizing.

I've been thinking about it quite a bit lately. Usually when extremely inebriated by multiple substances. But...

If everything we do has varying degrees of selfishness as its motive, everything we do for the sake of some degree of pleasure, can life really be all that bad?

I don't think so. But then again, maybe I'm too optimistic.

I don't give a shit, I'm having a great time.

New hours.

Work schedule changed from 9pm-6am to 8pm-5am.

If you can't tell, I'm really fucking excited.

Just when I thought it was over.

It will continue this weekend.

Sunday night at home.

Ended up being a 3 hour talk with an ex about sex.

Too bad she's halfway across the country.

Luckily things changed.

Ended up only having to be at work for an hour and a half.

Thank god.

Birthday time.

The unexpected phone calls, emails and whatever other contact I received wishing me a happy birthday were nice. Thanks everyone.

I ended up spending my afternoon at the DMV. What excitement. Got my license renewed without having to take the written test, which was a nice surprise. The lady helping me even wished me a happy birthday.

Spent the rest of the afternoon trying to perfect my driving skills with my new steering wheel and Gran Turismo 4. Getting better, but still learning.

Now to spend my night working.

RIP Sarge.

Sleeping like a baby.

The Nyquil hangover ain't so fun, though.

If I haven't said it before.

Being sick fucking sucks.

Having to work while sick doesn't make it any better.

This is fucking bullshit.

I think I'm getting a cold...

Early presents.

I went and bought myself a present today, seeing as it was payday and I needed to run some errands. It's a shiny new Logitech Driving Force Pro force feedback steering wheel.

Now to get my ps2 back...

It's September.

Summer's almost over. I'm glad to see the weather finally cooling down.

Birthday is coming next Thursday.
A quarter of a century. Sounds like forever when you say it like that.