i do not understand this ... thing.
how is it fueled?
where am i?
what is the meaning of this.
I think I almost forgot these things were in existence.
Life is good. Very good. I've got lemonade, a raise, and a girlfriend that has lasted longer than two weeks and has not once used the phrase "Don't call me, I'll call you." I mean, sure, it'd be a little difficult to do that, because she's sort of in the next room over.
But it's the thought that counts.
And uh- Halloween's coming up. Which means there will be candy. Lots and lots and lots and lots of candy.
Which is also just another plus.
Anyone wanna tell me what the Hell this is? Not exactly how I wanted to spend my last year on Earth. Unless there are a lot of hot chicks here in which case I might not mind.
At least Sammy's here and I don't have to try and figure this crap out plus look for him.
I can't help but wonder if this has anything to do with my brother's deal. Someone wanted us out of the way. Most likely a demon. Question is, where are we and how did we get here? Anyone?
Someone wanna tell me what the Hell's goin' on here? Can't really blame it on a hangover, 'cause I don't really do hangovers. But someone needs to start makin' with the answers before I get pissed off.
Something really "amazing" just happened. I was driving south from Maine to Lousiana, and I was about halfway through the state of Kentucky when I woke up in New York. I'm not denying that it's not better than some of the crazy things that could have happened, all things considered. Like, say, inbred hillbilly psychopaths a la Wrong Turn. But it's also not exactly what I had in mind either, so...maybe someone can explain?
Someone's taken my game and changed the rules.
I think I've finally decided to be a construction worker part time. I was helping out the guys re-building Tony's work shop after he decided to blow it up and you know, it was actually sort of fun.
It's not like I really need all the money, anyway. But it gives me something to do and keeps me busy...