I, I Captain
I have had a good couple of days.
I stayed home today and pulled weeds.
I don't know what I'm going to do about my new apartment.
I haven't had a cigarette in 6 days.
I'd like to put a slug in the ass of the jerkwad who was supposed to buy my house, but pulled out prematurely.
I have a token.
I've taken dumps with more baseball savvy than Ken Macha.
I stopped wearing my iPod on the train so I could talk more freely with the hot Southeast Asian girls that get on at City of Industry.
I have been totally self-centered.
I have not read many blogs for many days.
I will rectify.
I use FIVE products on my face every day. Suck on that, BG.
I am remembering parts of my marriage where I didn't so much like being married.
I could have cheated first.
I have morals.
I am back to my pre-Troubles weight, thanks largely to the silo of popcorn I've eaten since I quit smoking.
I have never NOT won a token in an MPS. Two for two, bitches.
I expect the A's to lose no matter the circumstance of the game.
I put the over/under at me having meaningless sex with meaningless women at 65 days.
I am having regular erections again.
I found my Breakup Song. It rocks. It's angry. Its lyrics include both "trustworthy" and "dead eyes." And, oddly, "cutlery."
I feel good.
I look good.
I need to go to the gym, though. Or score some juice.
I'm re-reading "Naked Lunch." Maybe some of those Southeast Asian skirts on the train have a junk problem.
I will be playing the DADI WSOP event on Monday, even though it starts too fucking early.
I'm going to play the $17K right now.