I need other things to do aside from work. I like work, I feel like I'm good at taking and serving orders in a sports bar (which y'all should totally come to The End Zone, March Madness starts up soon!), but I also have a degree in electrical and computer engineering from Georgia Tech and a few wrestling titles to my name.
Would you believe I had someone tell me today that I have a rotten attitude? What kinda bullshit is that? I do NOT have a rotten attitude. I just happen to hate 99.3% of all living beings everywhere. Geez.
Welp, I'm Back, Galador! Seems like this place just couldn't do without me. Of course, I didn't know I was gone, until I woke up away from my new home, so that was weird and find out time has passed.
Apparently, when a stranger says hello and asks how your day is going, "Who the fuck are you?" and "It's gonna be a lot better once I punch you in the goddamn face" are not acceptable answers in these parts.
This place is a goddamn bore. Can't we get some kind of fucking alien invasion, or zombie apocalypse, or something? Just to give a bitch something to do?
I am happy to announce that Trevor and I are the proud parents of a baby girl, who you see around as a teenager here, but she's finally arrived here as a newborn. Eliza Jane Wilson was born February 14, yes on Valentines Day....I am so in love with her after a week. I am at home with her and I can't stop looking at her and rocking her. Here is our family picture from when we got to bring her home on the 16th.
Thank fucking Christ there's at least a few people here I'm familiar with.
Mostly a werewolf I plowed like a cornfield in a different reality, and an adult version of the daughter I saw die as an infant, but hey. Some familiarity is better than none.
Now where the fuck do I go to get smokes around here? I'm almost out.
I get pulled from a goddamn fight, sent to this fucking "la-dee-da, everything is wonderful" world, and there's even a stupid fucking welcome center like it's the most normal thing in the goddamn world.
And now I'm standing outside the place, typing like an idiot into this ri-goddamn-diculous phone thing.