Why It Seems Like I'm Dead

I'm not really dead, it's just my computer. I got lazy and forgot to fix my computer one day, so now my screen is indelibly burned into showing only a gray screen. This is worse than eating a bag of bloody dicks. For reference on how much it sucks I need to clue you in on the coolest thing I was expecting to buy this year: Warhammer. Guess who's other computer doesn't have the ability to actually run Warhammer? Yeah, mine. I hate computers.

Anyways, I haven't been posting because I am just a touch bit too pissed at my computer right now to give a crap. Even using the ones at work makes me violently angry. So do cabbies. I hate those conniving little vicious bastards. Always trying to hassle my peoples. Dicks.

I don't have a whole lot of funny things to tell you today other than that it is over 90 degrees which classifies as WAY too fucking hot. Oh, and it costs about $50 less to take a train to San Fran than it does to take a bus. Just need to decide if saving $100 is worth the extra amount of travel time (about 40 hours total) that is added from taking a train as opposed to a plane. Less travel time means more time with the ladies. Course maybe I could find a girl on the train who has tickets for the sleeper section and seduce her into letting me stay in her bed with her. I wonder if they are big enough.

In other news, my birthday is next week on Sunday. If I'm lucky I'll be just as shitfaced as last year, which would be pretty impressive. I was pretty messed up, for which I, once again, have Karen to thank for. Hopefully the bartenders at Nabob are as tolerant of me being shithoused because I will be. Granted I might not be at Nobob, who knows where I might end up. As long as it has booze and bitches I'm good. If you can't make it, I'll pound a drink and a shot for you.