Well, beerthirty came and lasts.

Lowbrow, to be sure. If to be sure to the last drop as well. Oh, why not, I have dated ugly girls too. Actually, some of those have turned out better than many of the pretty women. I dissemble. In any case, cold beer and good memories have been on tap this night. If you do not remember, or did not see, last week while my friend was visiting, I purchased two little kegs. And, as you must know by now, good or bad, memories are always on tap hereabouts. Though I did fib a bit. I did not drink until far after I finished my pizza and did a bit more work. It did not help, or hurt probably.

I am having the damnedest time running nicotine out of this corpse of mine. I go from grumbly to angry, mellow for a spit, then consume what I did in my growing years. My top ever, by the way, was two and a half chickens, fried. My mother required that I eat, with every 2-3 pieces of chicken, a helping of mashed potatoes, a serving of mixed vegetables (though that ended up varying throughout the meal, she ran out of particular vegetables), and a whole glass of milk (I do not think there was skim or 2% back then, this was either whole or farm fresh, I cannot remember). I was less than eleven, perhaps nine years old? In any case, she could not believe how much I could eat before this. She did not believe me when I said I was still hungry after what she considered a good meal, even an excessive meal. So, I talked her into the experiment. I think I amazed her. At the time, and throughout my youth, they called me twig. Both because I was very tall and because I was so thin I seemed ill. Well, I was talking about nicotine. Anyway, I am hungry again, like I was then. I am at wits end, though I will continue.

I have also been trying to find blogs I lost in the great computer mishap of ought seven. I found a few. And more, I found a new place or two. Imagine that, a cranky old monster creeping around leaving little sweet nothings in the mailboxes and comment places of broken, twisted, beautiful, and original boys and girls, wherever they might be. Yeah, not to worry, if I was evil you would not ever think to see me coming. Trust me, I have contemplated the deal. Suicide is stacked higher in the deck, even though it doe not seem to work, I think if I had been or was about to become evil, it would let me go. Even God knows better than to let a one such as myself turn evil and live.

Yeah, I am full of it. Bull, and beer to boot. Still, I am enjoying myself. I hope you are? Enough about me, tell me, truly, what do you think of me? *laughs* Sometimes I wonder if that is all I am. And, I know, I fall to that often. But with people like you out there, I am reminded of what else there is and why I do not just walk away. *splash* Hey, I am talking to you!

Well, I think I shall return to the normal broadcast, and your screen should come back to your control. Have a good night. And amended according to recent information… May the bed bugs not suck. (really, they suck, they do not bite, so I have been told… maybe I am a sucker?... do not go there, on beer, you could trip and… wake up sore…) Again, good night.