I'm a legend in my spare time...

Too bad I don't have any. Every customer that forgot about me over the summer has called me in the last two days - with emergencies. I'm waking up, working on systems remotely, then working with Greg at his office, then for a computer shop, then my personal customers in the evening. I'm handling things well, but I don't like to be this organized and responsible. Vacation coming soon. Will be nice.

My PS3 is awesome. I'm in the process of copying bootleg movies to its hard drive. I like using a joystick as a remote control. I haven't purchased a gaming console since 1993 (Sega Genesis, which I still have).

goochout.

That's it? That's your fucking post? That's what people tune in to read?

Sorry, I don't have much to write about. No adventures as of late, really.

What happened to you? You used to have a life... You used to have sex with women without knowing or caring about their last name. Or real name for that matter. You were an inspiration to fat guys everywhere in proving that personality and $80 worth of top shelf drinks could get you a hand job in a parking lot. You were an icon who had to tone down the shit he wrote about on his website. Now you're almost in a position where you need to exaggerate your daily goings on.

I don't know... I've grown up a bit? I still lack the ability to have one drink somewhere. I still have a knack for turning a simple drink into an eight hour work night bender. Should I write about that?

For starters...

I can't remember what happens then. Maybe a fleeting blur of a dry hump or a make out session. I never know the details.

Jesus, you suck.

Be nice.

Why don't you shut down the site until you grow a pair of sizable balls. Until you do, forget the "gooch" shit, call yourself "John" and go back to wetting the bed.

I think we're done here.

Oh... we were done by the first paragraph. Asshole.

Later.

Fuck off.

That's unnecessary.

Whatever.

I write this shit, I get the last word.

Why's that? Why can't I get the last word?

Because I'm writing this... I created you. I write everything you say.

Good point.

We're done. Again.