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Wednesday, June 08, 2005 Not Drunk, But Getting There I'm having one of those fucking days where nothing seems to be going right. After the fucking mayhem of Monday night with our number 1 child and the unrelenting amount of work to make sure he's not going to flunk two classes at once, and then coupled with TheBoy and his 3-year-old general hyperness, I've FUCKING HAD IT. So I'm three or four shots of whiskey into it at onece and that has a tendency to hit my lightweight ass like a truck and now I managed to type two words and have to backtrack to correx some spelling mistake. I don't give a shit at this point. My fucking head is about to explode and why for the love of God do I bother posting it to my blog, I haven't a clue. I'm pretty angry to boot. TheBoy just managed to mini-puke over the new couch so that's a wonder to clean up. I can't even be sure I can use the industrial cleaner, becuase that bitch might strip the color out of a rainbow. Whatever, I've starting to overheat adn it's all a little blurry. On top of it all becuase of Crisis #379 with Child 1, I get to miss the brikwars game this weekend. Mutherfucker. You want some advice, if you're thinking of having kids dont'. In fact, as I've suggested ot Sullivan several times, you should jam something sharp and stabby into your gentals repeatedly and/or place them distrubingly close to some form of extreme radiation. It's the only way to be sure. posted by Evil Wayne | 8:55 PM 1 comments 1 Comments: I'm always giving Shaun the exact same advice, although I think it's for different reasons.
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