GOOCHONLINE - Since 1999

Well, tonight was probably the most triumphant night for Fox in a long time. The Simpsons 300th episode and the Married with Children Reunion show was great. I laughed my ass off. Of course, I was drinking. I put away half a bottle of Bacardi Limon mixed with half a bottle of diet Sprite. People say that lately my blogs make me sound depressed, but I had an epiphany tonight. I was making the aforementioned drink (okay... drinks) and when I went to get some ice I paused for a moment... I was deciding which shape of ice I wanted to use. You see, when I was at IKEA last week I bought some ice trays that made ice in the shape of arrows or Xs (or crosses, depending on which way you hold the tray) and paused for a moment, deciding which shape I wanted in my drink.

I paused for a moment deciding on which shape of ice I was going to put into my drink. How bad can my life be if I'm deciding on Xs or arrows to put into my drink? I'm typing this blog on my laptop via a wireless network while sitting on my futon. If it wasn't for the treadmill at the gym, I'd be COMPLETELY SEDENTARY. The ultimate goal of all men. If I didn't have to get laid eventually... I'd forget the treadmill. I've got a computer for every 224 square feet of this condo. I've got enough booze to get every man, woman, and child in this condo complex drunk.

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You know what I had for dinner today? a barbecue sauce sandwich. You know why I had a barbecue sauce sandwich for dinner? BECAUSE I CAN!

And, because I had no other food in the fridge.

I'm completely responsible for myself... and that frightens me. It's a weird state of survival. I forgot about food for dinner tonight but I drank too much to drive my own car.

I've got to go... Gooch: out