I, I Captain

I have had a good couple of days.

I stayed home today and pulled weeds.

I don't know what I'm going to do about my new apartment.

I haven't had a cigarette in 6 days.

I'd like to put a slug in the ass of the jerkwad who was supposed to buy my house, but pulled out prematurely.

I have a token.

I've taken dumps with more baseball savvy than Ken Macha.

I stopped wearing my iPod on the train so I could talk more freely with the hot Southeast Asian girls that get on at City of Industry.

I have been totally self-centered.

I have not read many blogs for many days.

I will rectify.

I use FIVE products on my face every day. Suck on that, BG.

I am remembering parts of my marriage where I didn't so much like being married.

I could have cheated first.

I have morals.

I am back to my pre-Troubles weight, thanks largely to the silo of popcorn I've eaten since I quit smoking.

I have never NOT won a token in an MPS. Two for two, bitches.

I expect the A's to lose no matter the circumstance of the game.

I put the over/under at me having meaningless sex with meaningless women at 65 days.

I am having regular erections again.

I found my Breakup Song. It rocks. It's angry. Its lyrics include both "trustworthy" and "dead eyes." And, oddly, "cutlery."

I feel good.

I look good.

I need to go to the gym, though. Or score some juice.

I'm re-reading "Naked Lunch." Maybe some of those Southeast Asian skirts on the train have a junk problem.

I will be playing the DADI WSOP event on Monday, even though it starts too fucking early.





I'm going to play the $17K right now.

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