Fucking Biscuits

Hey, look, a kitty!

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No, don't read this, just look at the kitty. Pretty kitty ...

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There's no content here. I just spent an hour looking for an image and then tweaking it in photoshop and I didn't think at all about what I wanted to write, so I've got nothing to say.

Fixed the driver's seat and arm rest in my car. Well, replaced. It was one of those situations where it was much easier and cheaper than I thought it would be and I could've just done it awhile ago rather than waiting.

It's 2012. I've been considering the idea that this could be my last year on earth. Yes, I know the whole thing is silly and the world's not really going to end, but is there a better reason for doing the things I want to do? I'd rather get shit done and have fun for a silly reason rather than something responsible and adult.

With that in mind I've bought a map of the Appalachian Trail as well as a fact book to help me plan. I'll probably do that this summer.

Tattoo appointment is Sunday the 15th. It's the first of three. I'll post pictures.

I've been playing Words With Friends but no one has moved lately and if one of you is reading this move already! I'm getting bored.

Looking around my living room at all my stuff, I ask myself, "What of this do I really need?" and out of the full bookshelves of books and toys and dvds and etc., I can only pick out about 25 things. I guess I'll be doing a lot of ebay sales this year. And then what the hell am I going to do with all those bookshelves?

I realize that I've only logged into Facebook for one reason since I quit and it's a silly, ridiculous little reason that will probably see little fruition, but I've got some hope. Oh, am I being vague? Tough toodles for you.

Probably best not to alienate the readers. Look, kitty! and happy 2012! Now imma go fuck something up.