Story of my life...

So I'm heading on up to Marin for another hearing for my crazy baseball wielding girlfriend killing cousin, and honestly I don't know how to feel - part of me knows that that fucker is better off in that hellhole - hey, at least WE are, fo sho..but another part of me feels, from time to time, an emotion I personally rarely feel: Pity. and sure as hell this shithead did not feel this when he was pounding this biach down. add another battle inside my head...

and who says life isn't interesting...in fact i probably win...son of a bitch...

So here I am, stuck at Logan again....

It's 11 pm eastern, my flight aint until 6am...what shall I do? The hoot is missing in action, and it's friday the goddamn 13th...

Doesn't anyone know where The Glass Slipper is??? For those who don't know, it's basically the worst strip club in Beantown....however, no one I know can ever remember how the fuck to get there...

The funny thing is that i actually got an invitation....back to Maine! from some weird older couple that I gave some directions to...and for once in my life, I didn't take them up on the offer...

and who says nice guys finish last...

ouch...

Back on the Cape after the wild Maine wedding...pretty fun, actually, although it was more of a family reunion as opposed to your wedding-crashers style party, so I was actually well behaved-meaning that I wasn't the guy who puked all over the bathroom or fell down the hill while taking a leak...oh yes, these things did occur...

So went to the Bombshelter last nite and some girl borrowed my phone and proceeded to scream at someone at the other end, trying to get some girl's address so phone girl could "get her"!!??

Needless to say after about 10 minutes I had to repo my comlink, and when she tried to borrow my phone again I informed her that I only have 100 yelling minutes a month and she had just used 'em up....she was a little put out, to say the least...

And then to wake up with a screaching hangover from all the Steve tequila shots at the Bomb...not the best return...

Capeside...

Made it out to the Cape after SD Halloween fun...

So tomorrow mother and I head up to Brunswick, Maine (bowling alleys?) for Cousin Alex's and Elspeth's wedding...they decided to have their wedding in a BARN...unheated of course...in November...

Not to be outdone, Cousin Sam and Ariana have decided to...get this...have their nuptuals on New Years Day on a BEACH in Wellfleet, Cape Cod...a beach in the middle of winter...unbelievable...

I now ask you: Do they have fucking retard juice in their Cape Cod shellfish or what? (head shaking)

Fingered it out

Well just figured out how to link this blog shite to FB...pretty James..

Funny thing, the cusbian's ex girl from the previous post called me today...imagine that! It's the power of the post...

Hallow's eve is almost upon us, and let me tell you that I'm not afraid of all the Playboy bunnies, slutty nurses and grown (out) chicks in schoolgirl outfits already running around the streets of SD. The scariest costume I've actually seen has been my roommates, who played golf in the zone a few weeks ago, sunburned his face and now its flaking off after the 2nd degree burn...yikes!

Now there's an oil spill in SF bay...hilarious! Whats next, locusts?

Day One

First day up on this blog game...so I finally figured out a Halloween costume...Andre Agassi with a bag of meth! I resemble the aformentioned athlete in looks later in his career, so I figure I can grab a long-haired wig for his early years and undergo an Aggasi-like career transformation throughout the night...and the easiest part about the costume will be scoring the drugs...

Nice guys finish last: I sold my car to my cusbian's (cousin who is a lesbian) ex girlfriend and she's only given me less then half of what she owes. The Problem: Now, of course, her phone goes straight to voice-mail and won't return my calls. At least return the fucking phone call...I won't bite too hard, promise...

In the News: Just can't believe that the Bay Bridge is falling on people's heads...did they get the same contractors that did Boston's Big Dig?? Remember when that panel from the tunnel fell on that car?? I'm sure the lady that died remembers it...or maybe not...