managed to get a ride in yesterday between the typhoons. ha! catch me if you can, you god-forsaken puss-filled, drooling, slope-browed son of a bitch weather person! saturday will go in the books as being an official Bad Day. Ugh. well, on with the crazies...
the headache i woke up with and the sunny weather MUST mean it's monday, right? after all, it only ever rains on the weekend... saw star wars yesterday and it was awesome! shut up! just relax and enjoy it for what it is.
if you're sleepy and you know it...clap...yo---zzzzZZZzzzZZZzzz
it's hard to maintain a flow regarding the updating of this blog when i have a 3 sentence-ish cutoff point before it doesn't post properly...anyhoo, my taiwanese colleague is leaving today. i'm sleepy. etc etc...
had a great (and SORELY needed) 9 hole romp yesterday afternoon. all in all, i played not too shabby, and it was immensely relaxing. now, back to our regularly scheduled crazies...no more bab5. sooooo sad!
actually, i think i've come to my senses. i tend to think aloud, and while i usually end up making the right answer, it can be quite unnerving for those around me. to those around me, i say i owe y'all a drink then. update your blogs, people! chop chop!
as in, harley davidson. if i can finalize the deal, it is going bye-bye. actually, if everything goes according to plan, it will metamorphosize into an Alfa Romeo spider. guess i am _shudder_ growing up? nuh-uh!
ayup. decision is made. now i have to see if all the ducks wish to be put "in a row", as it were... first up, find the car and ensure that all the numbers add up. then, flip the bike and make the move. wonder if i'll have second thoughts between now and then...
bab5 is over. that was AWESOME! what in the world can ever top that? incidentally, that whole byron thing was completely and utterly inexcusable. next? firefly, followed by the 7 season buffy/angel marathon. need a holiday. tomorrow is the Meeting of Doom. i am SO gonna enjoy it.
"Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body,
but rather to skid in sideways,
totally worn out,
shouting "Holy shit ... what a ride!"