Dave’s best friend Steve is going to be moving to Kentucky this weekend, so last night we hung out with him. I picked up Dave about 8:15 or so and then swung by and got Mark before heading over to Steve’s. His neighbor Kevin was there, this was the first time I met him. He is probably about 4 or 5 inches taller than me (I’m 5’6) and is kinda bulky. Anywho, Steve had said that he couldn’t go out because he had to pack, but we talked him into going out. Kevin said he knew of a “tiny, hole in the wall bar that is laid back and with not many people.” Kevin said that we should take his car, which was a large SUV which he claims cost $50,000, and honestly, I think it probably did or at least within the $50,000 neighborhood. I would not be drinking, so after we left the bar, I would be driving. We headed over to a place called Bobby’s Tap in Joliet. Kevin was driving and I was in the passenger seat. Dave mentioned that he needed to go to the cash station. Kevin said he had a cash station in his glove box. He asked me to open it and get out the owner’s manual to his car. He asked me to go into a little folder inside the manual and pull out the money. I pull it out and it was a wad of cash about this big. If only you could see my hand right now. It had to be about $500, maybe more of mostly hundreds and several twentys. He handed Dave a $100 bill, although a few minutes later, Dave gave it back to him in exchange for one of the twentys. We got to the bar and although it was tiny, it was packed for some reason. Kevin started by buying everybody drinks, sans me who was going to be the DD. The whole time we were at this place, Mark, Steve and Dave were not only never without a drink, but pretty much two fisted the whole damn time. I could sense that this was probably going to be a wild and legendary night.

After staying there for about an hour or so, we left and headed over to a place that Kevin claimed had a lingerie show. Kevin insisted that he was ok to drive, and for some reason, I let him drive. Turns out, the place had closed down. So, we headed back across Joliet to a place called Alpha’s. which was a dance club. I expected the place to be packed, but really wasn’t. Kevin paid for everybody’s cover and soon started paying for all the drinks. I thought that he probably had to make tons of money, but Steve said that the guy only makes about $40,000 a year and with a family and a house, I didn’t think that was enough to be spending what he was spending throughout the night. And it wasn’t like he was not wanting to spend this money, in fact, he was getting pissed if somebody else paid for the drinks. He just seemed to nice to be true. Shit, even on the way into the club, as he handed me over his keys he said “I’m not the type of guy that would get pissed if you crashed my $50,000 car.” I was starting to think that he might have some sort of mafia ties. In fact, I even asked him this while we were driving. Steve wound up dancing with some chicks while Mark and I talked and Kevin and Dave hung out in the back of the bar. There was this other room that nobody was in with an air hockey table and a couple of poker tables that nobody was using. Dave and Steve spent some time in that room talking about Steve leaving, although I wasn’t in the room, I could see Dave was very animated and upset about him leaving. Later, Mark and I went back there and Dave, Mark and I played a card game called 99. Fun shit. Right about 1:40, the waitress came up and said it was last call. Dave ordered a vodka and cranberry juice and Mark got another beer. She came back with them and literally within a matter of about 2 minutes, this asshole bouncer came in and said that they were closed and we had to leave. He would spend the next 10 minutes or so coming back in there trying to get us to leave. At first I tried telling him that they just got their drinks but he was a complete dick, he would not let me talk and just kept saying that they were closed. It wasn’t even 2AM yet, which is the time they close. Finally  he came back in there again and he gave me a chance to talk. I said that I thought it was kind of bullshit that they just got their drinks (Dave’s drink was $6) and had even had a chance to drink them. I said that it was wrong to have the waitress call last call, bring the drinks and then ask us to leave. When he first came over there, Dave had not drank anything. I told him that if we were going to be leaving, we should get a refund for the damn drinks, but he didn’t seem to care. He said that the $6 drink is not worth the $500 fine they would get for serving past 2. We walked out towards a set of double doors at the entrance to the bar. Kevin, however, was still in the place, he was talking to the bartender. Security kept yelling at us to leave but I said we could not leave without Kevin and yelled at them to kick him out. Finally, about 2:15, we left.

Everybody was hungry, but still wanted to party. Kevin said we should head over to the Empress. I started driving with Kevin in the passenger seat. For some reason, he had the damn window down. I quickly found out why, as he hung his head out the window and threw up as I drove. I kept asking him if he wanted me to pull over, but he insisted I keep driving. Oh, and he told me that I was being too hard on his brakes. As we drove into the road that takes us into the casino, he had his head hanging out the window throwing up as we drove past some deer on the side of the road. He told me to drop him off at the front of the door, said something to me and walked off. I parked the car and the rest of us got out to head inside. Now, those of you that aren’t familiar with the casino set up, it is quite a walk from the parking lot to the actual casino. First, as soon as you get into the building, you get carded, which seemed to take forever on the account of Dave’s expired license. After that, there is a huge area with a buffet, a deli area, a nightclub and a bar. This is all well before you get to the casino. We started to look for Kevin. I thought he said that he would be near the food and the only place that was still open that served food was physically inside the casino. We looked inside the bathroom and all over the part before you get to the casino and couldn’t find him. It appeared that we have lost a grown man, as outside of me, nobody could believe that he would actually be able to make it into the casino, he was that drunk. Mark and I went into the casino near the food section and he wasn’t there. Finally, we found him at the blackjack table. I went downstairs to get some grub. I ordered a turkey and cheese sandwich and for some reason, it took like 15 minutes to get it. Now, this is just a deli in the casino, it supposed to only take only a few minutes. As I sat down and took one bite, Mark walked up and said that Kevin had lost $1000. I thought he was kidding, but just a few short minutes later, Kevin came walking up and looked PISSED. Everybody was telling me to either take the sandwich with me or hurry up and eat the sandwich, Dave even kept asking for bites. I was shoveling this damn thing in my mouth and eating as fast as I could. I got about halfway down when Kevin said “fuck, I can’t take it anymore, I have to get out of here” and started to leave. I was determined to stay there and finish eating but he told me earlier that he had a spare set of keys on him, so I didn’t think my meal was worth him driving drunk. So, I shoveled the damn thing into my mouth as we walked back to the car.

Kevin was so pissed, on the way out, he kicked a garbage can. I wish I could say that was the worst thing he did. We got back to the car and I unlocked the doors. He open his door and all of a sudden started beating the shit out of his supposed to be $50,000 car. He was punching and kicking it. He started to take thing out of it and throw them and kick them, including his kid’s Etch-A-Sketch. We all just stood there, stunned. Dave picked up the Etch-A-Sketch and put it back in the car. Kevin hit it a couple of times and threw it on the driver’s seat. I put it in the back seat and started the car. It was so quiet in the car, you could cut the tension with a knife. All of a sudden, I hear Dave say “it still works” meaning the Etch-A-Sketch. It was classic, the perfect, classic line. So fucking funny, but I didn’t want to laugh too much because Kevin was still fuming. He was punching the damn dashboard on occasion, saying things like “I can’t believe that happened” or “I can’t believe I did that, I’m so angry I can kill somebody.” Meanwhile, I had to drive this fucker’s car home. Everybody else was in the back seat talking football while Kevin kept saying those things. Steve, who always means well but has a way of saying shit that makes things worse, said something along the lines of “Kevin, aren’t you a lot better at Texas Hold-Em?” The boys still wanted to go to eat, but I knew I had to take Kevin home. He told me “not to stop on the way home” but for some reason, I don’t think he meant to eat, I think he meant at stop signs and stop lights. What is probably only about a 10 minute drive seemed more like 2 hours. It didn’t help that for most of the way, Kevin was hanging his head out the door throwing up. When we pulled into the driveway, he didn’t say a word to us and went into the house. We walked back to Steve’s house and Dave said “Oh, I’m going to keep this!” He pulled out of his jacket the Etch-A-Sketch! Dave had really made out quite nicely, not only did he not pay for any drinks, but he never gave Kevin back that $20!

We dropped Steve off and for the next 20 minutes drove around looking for some place to eat. Mark kept insisting there is a Denny’s in Joliet, but that wasn’t the case, so we settled on Steak N Shake. Dave brought the Etch-A-Sketch in with us. It was then that I noticed that the damn thing had the kid’s name on it. We saw this cutie that I used to play cards with, Dustin. We told him the story, he thought it was funny as hell. He also told me that he is having a card game on Sunday night, I’m going to go. And because I think he might be gay, hopefully I will get to know him more, if you know what I mean.

Anywho, at the Steak N Shake, there was this old, thin, biker type dude that was passed out at a table. Across from him, he had a guitar. I thought it would have been funny as hell to take the guitar and leave the Etch-A-Sketch, but I couldn’t talk Dave into doing it. I wish he had, though, it would have been a great way to end a pretty wild night.

For years, there have been some dumbass Republicans (as if there is another kind of Republican)………ok, just about all Republicans have been saying that the media has a “liberal bias”, in specific, they point out CNN. Well, recently it looks like CNN has it out for DEMOCRAT Barrack Obama. They have done 3 things recently that makes me think that CNN is not liberal at all. Just listen to what they have done to Obama recently. They had a story on Osama Bin Laden and as they were showing a video of Bin Laden, they had the words “Where’s Obama?” on the screen. They also ran a story comparing Bin Laden to the president of Iran because of how they both dress, wearing a suit without a tie. They also pointed out that Obama’s middle name is Hussain. I mean, what the fuck? At first, I thought the “Where’s Obama?” thing was an honest mistake, but now, I think they probably did it on purpose. I just can’t figure out why they would want to harm his chances of running and winning the White House. Honestly, who give a shit what his name is or what he wears. The only question, is, will he make a good president?

So, after nearly 4 years, more than 50,000 people dead, including over 3000 Americans, and more than $357 BILLION spent, Bush has finally felt that it is time to come up with a strategy for the war in Iraq. Really, can you blame him for taking such a long time? After all, what would he know about fighting a war, I’m sure the first year and a half he probably had to get used to being at war. After that, he had to take a vacation, which took another 4 months.  Next, he had to be more focused on getting reelected. After somehow managing to fool enough people into fraudingly voting for him, he had to take a vacation, lying to people for 10 months can be exhausting. After that, he had to concentrate on learning new words that he didn’t have to use in his first terms, you know, words like hurricane, Supreme Court Justice, and Borat. Right after that, it was vacation time. Then when he started to think about maybe having a strategy, he finally realized that there was a FEMA. For the next 6 months after that, he had to try to understand what FEMA does. Then he had to take a vacation, because just learning what the F in FEMA stands for really was too much for him. After that vacation, he needed another different vacation from his previous vacation, after all, clearing brush and trying to hide from Dick Channey hunting can be mentally draining, especially when your brain power is being zapped due to thinking about Green Acres re runs. Then came the mid term elections and he had to campaign for Republicans running for Congress. What is so exhausting about this is that he had to chase these candidates around since so many of them were trying everything they could to distance themselves from him and avoid being seeing with him in public. This, of course, required another vacation. Then the Iraq commission came back with their suggestions. He needed to take some time to not read the report and come up with excuses to ignore what they said, so he could only do that with another vacation. And that is where we are now. So, you can see why he took such a long time to actually come up with a plan to win in Iraq. Poor guy. This presimedential stuff is tough work, he sure can use another vacation.

Now, I’m not claiming that I have an easy answer for Iraq. My answer is that we should not have been there to begin with. I strongly feel that Bush not only should be removed from office, but also put in jail. With that out of the way, I think we are in a situation in which we are damned if we do and damned if we dont. No, check that………….fucked royally if we do, fucked royally if we don’t. Realistically, how can we stay?  Then again, we come in there, totally destroy this country and I feel that we kind of are obligated to fix things, however, if we leave the country will never last as a democracy.. That being said, there comes a point when one option is worse than the other option. I think staying is the worst option for America. In addition to all the death and destruction that is happening, this war is costing us WAY to much money, more than we can even come close to affording. Just think what we could have done with that money. Now, I’m not saying we should up and leave, but we probably should start to come up with a way and an option to leave. This would involve something Bush refuses to do, and that is talk to Iraq’s neighbors and surrounding countries. There are lots of people fleeing Iraq and they are going to these countries, because of this, they have a vested interest in this war ending and peace (if even possible) coming to Iraq. We also need the help of the UN and other major countries. After all, we have helped  other countries time and time again and have always been there, now we are in need. We need the help to rebuild Iraq so that it can stand on its own. As great and powerful as we are, we will never be able to do this on our own. From everything I have read and heard, increasing troop levels is not going to help end the violence . Have we not learned anything from Vietnam? Also, the focus should be on Bin Laden, where it should have been all along. Its time to go after him again. Although I believe that finding his is a challenge, it can be done. Now, I don’t know if any of what I said makes sense or would even work. However, not only did I not get us into this mess, I’m also not a member of the government elected and being paid to get us out of this mess.

Sometimes…………no, most of the time, being related to my mother’s side of the family really really totally sucks giant and ultimate, stinky, fat, filthy donkey ass. Did I mention complete? No, I didn’t, so you can include that in there at well. Since I don’t feel like changing it, go back an insert complete right before the word donkey. And now, allow me to explain. I have this loser cousin who is pushing 50 years old. No, actually, I think he might be 50 or older. Well, I won’t get into the various details that make him a loser. Actually, you can go back to a post from some time May of 2005 (May 21, 2005 to be exact) to give you a slight example of why he is a waste of chromosomes. Anywho, about 4 years ago, he started to prank call us in the middle of the night. He would block his number, I would answer and he wouldn’t say anything. It started off him doing this about once every couple of weeks. It escalated to a few times a week. Finally, the phone company and the police caught him and told him to stop. Well, as I have always known, he has problems understanding the word stop. I know this because when I was a kid, I rode in a car with him and he didn’t stop at stop signs or red lights. I’m not making that up. Anywho, a few months ago, he started calling again. I got confirmation from the police tonight that it was he who was doing this. They told him to stop, but if he does it again, I am pressing charges. Fuck that loser. He is a fucking adult, old enough to be my father and he is still doing shit like this. Fuck, even the cop told me “you know he is nuts, right? Are you actually related to him?” I had to embarrassingly answer yes. Of course, none of this would have been a problem if 50 years ago couples were as into blow jobs as they are now. His whole waste of life could have been avoided if his mother just went down on his father for 5 minutes like real couples do today, but noooooo, they had to have sex. Now that I think of it, there are several people who should have been blow jobs:

1. My mother’s sister
2. George W Bush
3. Osama Bin Laden
4. Paris Hilton
5. Rush Limbaugh
6. Terrell Owens

Where was the blow job when these people were being conceived. Well, I’m a ssuming Paris was manufactured in some sort of Dumbfuck Factory and not by actual humans, but everybody else’s parents, what gives. You mean to tell me you couldn’t take it down your throat  for 5 minutes for the betterment of society? Just think of how much better off the world would have been if the mother didn’t have so much of a gag reflex and the father could actually remember to pick up a box of fucking condoms. Now we have to deal with one being filled with so much evil that she refuses to die, one guy who is only good at fucking up America, one hateful fuck that is too evil to get into hell, one pompus ass who only stops talking to stuff his face, and another guy who is so self involved he probably sleeps on a mirror so the first thing he sees in the morning is himself. See, this is what is wrong with society, people, too much sex and not enough blow jobs. Just think of how many other people would have never been had blow jobs been more en vogue years ago. I mean, I only listed 6 people, I could have easily come up with 50 people. And I’m sure you all have lists of your own as well.

Ok, now where was I? Oh, yeah, if any of you want to rub out my cousin, I’m not necessarily condoning it, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to do anything to stop it. After all, not stopping would be the best way to honor his memory, right?

I have to say, I’m a tad bit worried. I noticed there was some loose hairs on my shoulders today. Now, I don’t know if I noticed it just because I was wearing a white shirt or what, but of course, this got me concerned that I might be starting to eventually go bald. Instantly, I felt around on the top of my head and while things feel fine and no other hair came down, I’m still freaked out about it a little. Baldness runs in my family big time. Now, I know what you are thinking and yes, I am that vain. But, we guys, hair is a big thing. Its not like we’ve got much to work with, once the hair is gone, that’s it. I mean, if I start to go bald, I’m not going to shave the whole thing like my brother John. He looks good with a shaved head, me on the other hand, while, skinny dudes don’t look good with a shaved head. For big muscle guys, its a good look. But, I hate to say it, but skinny guys with shaved heads, well, people think they might of had cancer. I know it sounds mean but its true. I know I have had a nice run with my hair, especially in my family. All the pictures I have seen of my dad show that he was plenty gone by the time he was my age. Same for my uncles and cousins. And of course, John too. I know they claim baldness is a gene you get from your mother’s side, but I just don’t believe that. My mom’s side does not have a problem with baldness at all. Its the one good thing about my mom’s side. My dad’s side on the other hand, well, its a long line of baldies. More than likely, I’m just over reacting. But, I would be a complete wreck, say, if I lost it and Mark didn’t. I need to be pro active on this, so I have snuck into his house and replaced his shampoo with Nair. You know, just in case the unthinkable is happening and I’m losing it, even though I’m quite certain this is not the case at all.

Damn, the Bulls have really been breaking my heart as of late. With a 3rd heartbreaking loss in the last week, I can’t be anymore disappointed about them. Oh well Wednesday is another day (that is their next game).

I’ve got nothing else, people. If anybody wants to hold a seance (spelling) for my hair, please feel free to do so.

Last night, I played cards at Scott’s house. I did all right, not finishing in the money in the first game but in the second game, wound up with $50. It was a cheap way to get $50 though, because there were 4 of us left (out of 10) and the 4 of us split the pot. I had the least amount of chips of anybody left, but everybody else said they were tired and wanted to split the pot, which was fine by me because I would have wound up with nothing if I had not finished at least 3rd.

The playoffs started yesterday, most of the games have been pretty good so far. The Bears will be playing the beatable Seahawks. The whole season, people have been bagging on Rex Grossman, although I’m a Rex backer myself. I really want the Bears to win the Super Bowl,but I want them to win even more so that Rex can stick it to all those fuckers that won’t stop complaining about him. He is not nearly as bad as everybody thinks he is, but all the fans talk about is how awful he is. Well, I got news for everybody, its all going to come down to the defense. The Bears defense has not been good since the St. Louis game, and nobody seems to realize or mention this.

You ever have reoccurring dreams? When I was in high school, I used to have a reoccurring dream that I could blow myself. In the dream, I would finally be able to do that and then I would run around showing everybody my new trick. Quite honestly, though, would being able to blow myself really be worth the trouble? I mean, it probably is not all that good because you are probably in some sort of pain from having to put yourself in that position. Plus, how deep can you honestly take it? And you also run the risk of pulling muscle, breaking a bone or your neck or worse yet, getting stuck like that and having people take pictures and put them on the internet.

Anywho, I digress. In my 20s, I had a reoccurring dream that I’m in a tornado. Another one is that my mom is alive. Also, another dream in which we are all camping. Another one I had was that I was pregnant and I flip out when I go to the doctor and he tells me where its going to come out. Ever since I took a trip via train over the summer, I have had a reoccurring dream that I’m traveling by train. Damn, I really want to take a train trip again, I loved it so much. I just don’t know where to go, although I have some ideas. Maybe I can take a train trip and practice blowing myself in the train bathroom.

Check this shit out, its totally fucked up:

http://news.yahoo.com/s/csm/20070103/wl_csm/okimeologyx

It turns out North Korean dictator Kim Jong II might have a little bit of an ego problem. They are spending 40% of the nation’s budget on deification. The country is trying to come up with more ways to make him appear to be God to the people of North Korea. Shit, 40%, what the fuck, does the guy have a tiny penis and needs to compensate by making himself out to be a God? I mean, he already has some fucked up hair and wears those stupid ass huge ass glasses. And from what I hear, he is quite short, only like 5’3 (not that I’m some sort of giant), but aren’t Gods supposed to be tall and built with perfect hair and no need for glasses? Just reading that article, its easy to see how the whole damn country would worship him. These people have no to little contact with the world outside of North Korea, so of course, they don’t see what we see: a tiny crazy man with an ego the size of the sun. I’m thankful that America doesn’t spend 40% of its budget to make Bush look like a God. Than again, all the money in the world couldn’t make him look like a God. But, compared to Kim Jong II, he is a great leader. UGGGGGHHHHHHH………….I just referred to Bush as being great. Ewwwww, I feel all dirty, quick, somebody give me a scrubbing.

I was talking to this lady at work today, turns out, her husband is a deacon at a local Catholic Church. I had no idea that deacons could marry and play “slip her the banana”. I guess the rules are different for a priest. She told me that he had a calling from God 6 years ago and decided to become a deacon. I asked what steps have to be taken to become a deacon, she said that it was a long process. There was a 16 page application that he filled out and an 8 page application she had to fill out because she is his wife. The whole family (they have 2 kids) had to go through an interview process in which each one of them, including the young kids, had to be interviewed. He had to take a psychological exam along with other things.Maybe they should put their priests through something like this and they would have less problems, then again, I don’t know what it takes to be a priest, maybe they do put them through the same thing. I asked her what makes somebody become a deacon for the Catholic Church in this day and age, knowing the problems they have had. She said that he wants to help bring change to the church so that doesn’t happen anymore. I didn’t have a chance to finish the conversation with her because she went home, but I have so many questions I want to ask. Geez, I hope I don’t offend her enough to get fired.

I was watching a thing today on the National Geographic channel about how we had Bin Laden cornered back in December of 2001 and how he got away. It was pretty interesting but also made me very angry at the same time. We had him cornered in Tora Bora (its in Afghanistan near the Pakistani boarder) and the popular theory is that he he literally, walked away. See, the problem seems to be that we enlisted the help of some Afghan warlords and one of them was guarding the boarder of Tora Bora and Pakistan. The warlord was paid big bucks by the US to not let him escape. He was said to be a former Bin Laden associate who had flipped to the other side, but they think he was sympathetic to Bin Laden’s cause and Bin Laden also offered him money to let him escape. Also, from what this special says, we did not send nearly enough troops into Afghanistan. When the Russians went into Afghanistan back in the 1980s, they sent a lot of troops and had a high causality rate and we did not want to have the same thing happen to us. But, see, this is where we went wrong, after all, we had every justification to go in there, if we lose lots of troops, its for a just cause. A part of me wants to believe that Bush didn’t want to catch him just yet, so that he can use not catching him as an excuse to go into Iraq. Obviously, that’s a pretty big accusation, but honestly, it seems like it could be accurate. I mean, there is no reason why we should not have caught him. And now, more than 5 years later, he is still free and we are not outraged as I say we should be. People, including the government, have forgotten about him. That is such a grave injustice that he is not only free, but also forgotten. I want to keep reminding people that he is free and hope to spark some sort of outrage at this fact.

Once again people, its time for another edition of “PAT ROBERTSON SAYS THE DUMBEST THINGS!” Its seems that once again, God has chosen to speak through Pat. Turns out, God told him that a terrorist attack on the US would result in mass killing late in 2007. Here is what he said: “I’m not necessarily saying it’s going to be nuclear. The Lord didn’t say nuclear. But I do believe it will be something like that.” Ok Pat, so how exactly does God talk to you? Does he call you on the phone in the dead of the night? Perhaps you have a monthly meeting scheduled with him to discuss all sorts of whacked out jib jab. But it seems to me that if he is going to tell you such a thing, perhaps you should have a follow up question, you know, kind of like “who, where and how”. Maybe you were to busy squinting to come up with a follow up question. But I’m just saying, if you know more, you should come forward, why keep us all in suspense. You also pointed out that when it comes to your predictions, “I have a relatively good track record. Sometimes I miss.” Are you saying God lies to you or God is wrong? Something tells me that God wouldn’t do either, in fact, something tells me that God isn’t the one that is lying at all. Oh Pat, something tells me this is going to be a huge year for you saying stupid shit.

Check out this link about American’s predictions for 2007

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20061231/ap_on_re_us/2007_predictions_ap_poll

Here are some of the predictions:

35 percent predict the military draft will be reinstated.

_35 percent predict a cure for cancer will be found.

_25 percent anticipate the second coming of Jesus Christ.

_19 percent think scientists are likely to find evidence of extraterrestrial
life

25% of the people polled anticipate the second coming of Jesus Christ. That’s a quarter of the people. That is an absurdly high amount. I shouldn’t be surprised about this, but its scary that many people actually think He is coming back this year. I like their optimism on a cure for cancer, but honestly, if we haven’t found it yet, what makes them think that all of a sudden we are going to find it in 2007? And 19% think scientists are going to find evidence of extraterrestrial life, which I still don’t think it will happen, inspite of the rumors that a UFO was spotted at O’Hare. Then again, I think its far more likely that we will find evidence as opposed to Jesus coming back. All of this makes me wonder about my own predictions. I predict that I will be wrong at least once this year, maybe even twice. But now more then 400 or 500 times. There, I said it. Ok, maybe 800 times.

So, I guess I should give a brief review of my year. I think over all it was a good year, not great, not bad but good. I spent a lot of money this year, probably moreso than ever before. I always say that each year has its own theme, 2005  was the year of confrontations, 2006 was the year of spending, some of it was on things I didn’t really need, some of it was on things I really needed, and some of it was on things I shouldn’t have spent money on, like 2 damn tickets. A year ago, I set a goal to make 2006 the best year of my life. I fell short of that goal, but it does give me something to shoot for this year.

I wish I had something that was funny to post, but can’t come up with anything right now. Happy New Year, everyone!