Let's take a look at the resolutions I made last year:
- I did in fact make a half-assed attempt to stop smoking in early July. Check.
- I called my mom once or twice. And anyway, she's over here now, so what the hell.
- I visited Europe this year, for basically the whole year.
- I think Jeckyll took care of this one for me.
- I don't want to think about number 5. I had to throw that spoon away.
- Number 6, oh, yeah, that was fun. I need to do that more often.
- Too much.
- Not enough.
- Juussssst right.
- Didn't come up, unfortunately, but I was prepared.
So so, 9 out of 10 ain't bad for a list of New Year's Broken Promises. Let's see what kind of softballs I throw myself for 2006!
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I'll have to be trying this out: QuickSynergy.
I walked down to the store today, to pick up sundries for the festivities tonight. As my mom's in town visiting us, I'll be making some of hometown favorites: Southern cornbread, green beans, a little bit o' Rube's nearly-famous homemade honey-mustard slathering for the salad, and a case of König Ludwig Dunkel, one of Germany's best dark beers.
As my lovely lady and I are walking down the street with a case of said beer in hand, an old man, dressed like a scruffy lumberjack and with a nose like an unpeeled artichoke, teeters up to us and breathes "Hey, there, mate, howzabout a nice Christmas beer for an old man!" in my stony, emotionless face. Of course, I told him to go fuck himself, seeing as Christmas is over and even if it weren't I'd rather stomp his face with my ice skates on than give him a beer that I'm going to use on New Year's Eve to pamper my guests, you COCK. SUCKER. What's up with these rotten sons of bitches? As if their desire to get 'faced was all the inspiration I'd need to suddenly renounce all property rights and give whatever I was carrying to whomever came up and asked for it first. What the fuck do I look like, asshole, Gandhi? Get your own goddam beer.
Man, I've got to stop reading all those Ayn Rand books.
I've been trying to read this post for the last 30 minutes now, but I just can't seem to get past the words, "a more aggressive form of all-out ass-probing", at which point my mind seems to wander. Can someone summarize that for me?
