Speaking of bad life decisions, Im watching the 90s HBO doc, Dope Sick Love, this is the shit they need to show kids instead of that week of DARE in freshman health. Just shooting dope, smoking crack, then prostituting for cash.
If you have the opportunity, I highly recommend seeing Anthony Bourdain on his speaking tour. Caught his first show of the tour tonight and it was a pretty fun 90 minutes.
I'm in a good mood because I finally turned in a project that has been beleaguering me for 4 months and we are one weekend away from putting the house on the market. Not sure if the project and the house are steaming piles of turds, but don't care at this point. I've done all I could. It's in others hands now. Meanwhile I want to drink until I can't spell beleagured anymore.
I set off a stink bomb next to my annoying neighbors door last night. Immature sure, but very effective, those people basically ran out of there.
This is a 10 minute drive from my house... fun times! Makes me glad that mom is visiting and we're just playing cribbage in front of the fireplace while the house smells of freshly baked bread and roasting turkey. And more than a few Bailey's and Coffees have been had.
10 Years Later Him: I cheated on you with Sharon from work. You: OH YEAH? WELL I NEVER LIKED THE BENGALS
As I was driving eastbound on 80 yesterday I saw a Trump/Pence bus complete with motorcade driving westbound. The rail made me think of jousting and then of Trump's comments of how to treat women. I decided that Trump might not be the best President and I probably need to increase my medication.
Honestly, selective listening is the only way I make it through the season. All things A&M tend to go in one ear and out the other.
I'm trying to shoot a turkey this weekend but as usual they're being stupid uncooperative assholes that don't want to come out and play. Oh well, in return I tore down a buddy's cedar fence tonight and turned it into a big fire. Fun and productive.
I thought Aggies were the only thing I could truly hate in life until Trump entered politics. I don't have any college allegiances, though I pull for UT in the same sense that a Canadian would root for an NFL team. I simply cannot stand their cult, I mean, alumni. Being married to an aggie is the only thing I can confidently say would be worse than being castrated, though the two definitely would be similar. They know how to build one hell of a fire though.
I guess you could say "Fuck the Aggies" and it could easily be a sexual double entendre, although one Aggie is hardly "Aggies".