Hmm. Last post was quite a while back. What’s happened since then. Let me see… Had all but $10 of my tax refund go to Kat’s tax owing, grew another chin, had my horse put down, created a terrific french toast-bacon-sausage-syrup sandwich which I consumed publicly and I received a new Blackberry that permits me to watch episodes of The Office in the shitter at work. I’m sure all of your lives have been far superior.
Found out the good news last week that the racetrack in town will in fact be opening this year and hopefully for years to come. Sure would be a shame to see them level the place. Spent many a meaningful day in those camera towers playing Super Mario, singing to myself and pissing in pop bottles. I’m fairly certain the walls in there are so fortified with my jizz that their destruction would be difficult at best.
Woke this morning and Kat left for work. Made myself a breakfast of leftover noodles, 3 glasses of OJ, a bagel and some cereal. Went downstairs to bring up some cans of pop and dropped one. Fuckin’ thing sprung a leak and spurted it’s sticky contents everywhere. I didn’t clean it up though. That’s future Dave’s problem.
Watched my offspring do his thing: Crawl rapidly throughout the house, narrowly escaping falling debris and electrocutions and occasionally climbing on my lap just long enough to puke on my pants and then grunting at me to send him on his way. It’s almost like he already can tell I’m garbage. Smart kid.
Mom came over and I took a 30-minute nap which bloated to 2 1/2 hours when my girth decided it needed further rest from the constant onslaught of feedings.
Put little H to sleep and watched some TV. Cops. Those guys sure are great. I saw them kneel on a black fellow’s neck. Black fellow had some drugs in his pants. You can’t do that, black fellow. That’s gonna get your neck knelt on.