B I R T H D A Y!
Yes, folks. Another birthday. Yep. Not feeling any younger. :) Shawn is now the ripe old age of 31. Not sure what I’m doing today to celebrate. Had plans, but, well, they just aren’t going to materialize. Ah well. It’d be nice if some luuuv was thrown my way. :evil grin:
Still got to work today. Still got to wake up in the morning. Yep. Perils of being grown up now.
Hmm. A birthday spanking might be nice. Hehe. (Ah, my dreams of being a dirty old man are coming to life.)
Lots of love, kids.
Good. Journal engine works. Works well. Good.
I’m up here at Mojo’s, per my usual. Sitting and not doing much while my laptop is in front of me. What am I doing? Chatting with the people who aren’t here instead of the people who are, and closing everyone out with headphones. This is an odd turn of events. And I’m not even working on program code.
Shawn the Antisocial
So, ok, it’s time to pick back up with my website engine. Really is. I had some forward momentum going before I got my laptop and began work on the journal engine. With one new-year’s resolution down, I have 3 more to go. My website engine is one of them.
Man, the laughter and joy around me is astounding. Perhaps I should join them, eh? Hmm.
Ah, here’s a quote my friend Rachel sent me:
“You know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy, The Swiss hold the America’s Cup, France is accusing the US of arrogance, and Germany doesn’t want to go to war.”
Don’t worry, fellow citizens.
Fellow Amerrkins: Yes, our glorious war has begun. I say we needed to waste this tyrant. Needed to for a long time. Our forces are holy and righteous in the eyes of God. God believes in freedom; freedom from want. Freedom from need. Freedom from choice. Freedom from tyranny. Continue to pray for the safety of our excellent Coalition troops. Keep your eyes opened and raised high; our Office is your best source for news from your Freedom Brigade Coalition.
Remember: it’s going to be alright.
Brought to you by the Office of the Glorious Leader
Return to your lives.
I don’t have anyone to share [Steak-and-B.J.-Day] with.
And I’m horny lately, to boot.
Tired. Slept a long time today. Woke up around 5 this afternoon, thinking it was 2:30. Silly me, eh? Waiting on my friend Ernie to come by. He needs me to caravan with him from Round Rock to downtown Austin. He bought a new car today, so he’ll be driving his new car to my apartment, then we’ll go to the dealership, pick up the rental, and take it back to the agency downtown. Then we’ll come back here to pick up his new, hopefully sweet, ride. Go Ernie. Go Ernie.
Some guys have all the luck.
Woke up with an odd craving for some Galactic Cowboys. An album I’ve not listened to in about a year. Song? “Kill Floor.” Hehe.
“There’s nothing to do when I check out. (OUT!)
So me and my hammer go house to house. (HOUSE!)
Blood doesn’t bother me no mo-o-o-ore
I’m workin’ on the kill floor”
Yessir, that was an odd one. But I’m listening now. Overall really good album for just rocking out, which is what I do best. :grins:
Had a party to go to last night, but didn’t go. Why? Hmm. Had other plans. Was hanging out and didn’t want to leave good company. Was actually having decent conversation, fruitful dialog, and lots of laughs. Feh. That sounded shallow. Was actually good I just hung out instead of foreshortening the visit and leaving for the party. Didn’t quite feel like drinking my fill of al-key-hawl.
You’d think with the way I don’t drink I was a straightedger. Feh. Not really. It’s just rare I drink. You know the drill.
Ok, folks. Hopefully Ernie will show up soon. Hopefully so, anyway. I could’ve had a shower by now. Ugh. Ah well. Y’all have a good night.