Are You Down With The Sickness?

Since updating my blog to whatever the hell blogger is doing now, I noticed that I slacked off on posting. 2006 seemed to be a good year when I felt like posting shit. 2005, not so good, but I just started the blog. So far its starting to look a little slow.

Starting now I'm going to post the hell out of this blog. My goal is to reach 500 post this year. You guys are going to hear a lot from me. Pending depression and suicidal thoughts may delay it, but so far I'm feeling like a ten year old hopped up on cocaine.

You know, fuck 500. I'm going for 1000 post this year! Well considering that I'm only at 90 and it took me 8 months to get to that, lets keep it at 500. You know, fuck that too, lets just get to 100 and call it a day. Well lets just see if I can make it to 91. No! Fuck that! 500 is my goal and I'm sticking too it. And if I do it, I can hit my 1000th post. And I'm going all out on that post. I'm gonna rock out with my cock out!

And on that note

Post #500!

500 posts and boy are my hands tired, especially my right hand ; )

So what do I do for post 500? I'll do an update and do my 500 post dance.

dancing

Vacation

We are going on vacation next month. We've decided to go on the cross country trip with my brother and his wilderness girlfriend. I don't really know when we'll get back. I'm guessing if we are going cross country in a RV then that will take more than 2 days, but I could be wrong. This will be a much well deserved vacation. The closer I get to next month the more and more I feel stress free. I think I might actually forget all of the things that are stressing me out.

Pole Dancing

BM is still doing her pole dancing routine but sometimes when she's not around, I put on her Britney Spears cd and start dancing on the pole, shhh don't tell her. If I was going to pole dance, I would use Abba.

Neighbors

They seem to be ignoring us now. I can't remember offending them lately. The last thing I can remember that might've offended them was the whole dead body game we played but we've talked since then. Or the exorcisms we've done, or the parties, or the coming home late sometimes drunk. If I was them I would move as far away from us as possible. Actually writing this stuff out makes us sound like crazy people. We laugh when we do this stuff, crazy people don't laugh like us, do they?

$1

I found a dollar on our way to the store. I told my girlfriend that I was going to put up flyers and do some commercials in hopes that the lost money would be retrieved, she just took it from me and bought some gum. Somewhere a person is a $1 cheaper. So wherever you are $1 person, I owe you a dollar! Now if it was a one hundred dollar bill then that person would just be fucked. How would you know that person lost the money? I could've dropped a 100 dollars, would you give it back? Now if it was an old lady I would just tell people that she's off her meds. If my girlfriend claimed she lost it then I would give it to her. One way or the other she would get a $100 from me.

WOO HOO 500 POSTS!