It's been over a week since I've said anything to the interwebs, I feel it is time for an update. I just yesterday participated in Operation Bad Karma, a large airsoft game and had a great time. I even got to play a central american, which was fun for me...got to keep yelling out in what limited spanish I know. I also had the unique opportunity to use the words "prehensile uterus" today, which is a first to me and very well could be the last time those two particular words will ever be muttered together again. This last week has been generally shitty at work and a bit on the unsettling side in the personal life, but it seems this weekend is making up for it. Now, I have to get back to getting rid of a lot of the useless crap in my room! Fun!


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yeah, that's me right now...I hurt...

I got nothing

I really want to blog about something right now, I just have no idea what. I could talk about my poor day of playing airsoft (for those of you who don't know what it is, check here), I could tell you about my work troubles, but I'd rather not talk about that online, and I could even tell you about my recent vacation, but I'd rather just say it was phenomenally good and leave it at that. I think I may just instead say that I'm rather sore and am now drinking a fantastic beer and eating pizza. Good weekend in my book. I guess I'll leave you with the funny.

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The Verdict

Well, the question plagues my soul no longer. I finally gave the news to my friend and he took it surprisingly well. I am also pleased I had the balls to do it in person and not just over text. I still do feel a bit bad about it but am more relieved to finally have it off my chest. Unfortunately it is late here, and it's been a long day, I aint really got shit else to say. Goodnight all.

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A Degree of Sadness

The old saying of "there comes a time when you will have to do something you don't want to, but you must do" and like ones is a load of bull. These moments are not just the rare occasions that such cliched lines would have you believe, but every day occurrences. It just seems that every now and then there's a large one that comes around that sucks worse than the others. I am now not posed with a question of when to break certain news to a very close friend of mine that will most likely shatter such friendship forever, but when. Do I do it earlier? Do I wait until after I hang out with this friend one last time? This particular question has been haunting me for a while, keeping me up at night, making me sick to my stomach. I wish I knew how to do it too. In person, e-mail, phone...the possibilities are as varied as the responses I could receive. Goddammit, I need a fucking drink.