Hmmm...
I had another hard drive failure which resulted in say, a retreat from blogging. Understand that hard drives fail. They're like hamsters and old people... they die.
The difference is that when my hard drives die and I haven't backed up any data, odds are I'll retreive everything and install a new drive and it will be as if nothing ever happened.
When your hard drive dies, it will cost you money and heartache from lost pictures, email, and porn. Back up your data. Schmuck.
So while I was out I experienced yet another illegal immigrant march/work strike just outside my window from another office I share with Gregster. Thousands of illegals and their supporters marching up Broadway. A sample of the wisecracks about this nationwide event:
"I could understand the guy at the drive through this morning." "Not a single room in Vegas was cleaned this morning." "Is that my gardener?" "Is that a march, or did a soccer game just end?"
Laughs ahoy.
Just because you have sex doesn't mean you're sexy. It's no secret that I struggle with weight related issues. My psychotropic drug experience has been an ongoing debate with my doctor. I cut back on my INSANELY high dosage of Seroquel and... holy shit... I woke up not in a slurring stupor at 10am and instead went to the gym at 7am. When decent looking strippers and chicks in general choose you to be the special someone in their lives (for a night, anyway) on a regular basis, it's easy to forget that you're a fat fuck. Combine that with the ritual of the (ahem) post-game celebratory breakfast filled with crepes, bacon, eggs, Chinese food, etc... and, well, you get me.
Enough of this jibber jabber. It's time for work.
goochout.
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