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"Lend me my sword, ho!"--Shakespear

March 05, 2004

I came to the realization today that I haven't updated in a long time, so rater than continue to stiff you people, I am just going to call it quits. I don't post a lot, and when I do they're short. So, go visit Brandon and the Rest of the Shelby County Gang. It's been fun...

February 27, 2004

I have something to share, first because I want to, second beacuse it explins my new look a little.
I want to be a Marine.
I figured this out standing in front of the White House the other day, and cemented it by reading James Webb.
Many of you know my past. You also know the significance of the above, then. I'm going to look at Reserve contracts Tuesday.

February 23, 2004

This is awesome. Play it.

February 17, 2004

G.T. got called up; he won't be around much more, but if you want to send him care packages of tobacco and bourbon, he's the one in the middle.

February 16, 2004

This is incredible. Sorry for the GT delay, he hit his head celebrating the first Daytona 500 victory for Dale Jr.

February 15, 2004

Does everybody know what today is? THE GREAT AMERICAN RACE, that's what today is. G.T. Can't be bothered, but he promises a post after it's over. Me, I'll stay away from things I'm not nearly an expert on.

February 14, 2004

Could today go any better? Sleep until 2, have a great date, and now off to the bid party. "For if you are a Beta, a BETA THETA PI, well then you'll be a Beta, you'll be one 'til you die!"
It's Valentine's Day. Yipee. Yahoo. Yee-haw. I just got up (thanks for the 2:30 PM wake-up call, mom), and for some reason feel the urge to rant. So, without further adieu...
First things first, as Frank points out, everybody think of the military that can't be with their Valentines. Say a prayer, take a moment, whatever. Just don't forget.
And now, on with the rant...
This is ideally the sort of thing that I would let G.T. handle, but he took all my bourbon and locked himself in the bathroom about five hours ago. I'll say this for the, guy when he wants to drown his sorrows, he doesn't mess around. I was then going to do something a'la Helen but decided, that, while interesting, I didn't feel like bearing quite so much of myself on my blog.
So...where does that leave me? I have two answers to that: better off than last year (I can't not be), and with a date tonight. Gotcha.