So I want to apologize to my 3 regular readers for falling off the face of the blogosphere for the past month and a half, but I've had better things to do than write barely-read gibberish online.
Well, let's have a look, shall we?
-Met the perfect woman, then got dumped by her after a few short weeks. (I guess she was out of my league after all.)
-Had to euthanize my cat.
-Had to offer shelter to a friend whose house burned down.
-Took part in a competition against Olympic athletes, and lost.
Huh, how many more reasons to I need?
Having to sign the paperwork authorizing the veterinarian to perform the euthanasia on my cat was the roughest thing emotionally that I've had to deal with in many years. Getting dumped by whom I thought was "the one" hurt my self-esteem a bit, but didn't make me cry. Finally, getting defeated by Olympic champions was actually a lot of fun in comparison; I really had nothing to lose, except a few pounds of water weight and small amounts of blood.
Now that I think about it, my cat was a total asshole, and I base that conclusion partly on the fact that he would bring snakes home and decapitate them in the kitchen, then puke up snake blood and hairballs all over the damned house, destroy electrical wiring, and piss all over my running shoes.
Anyway, I'm not making any sense right now, so I should probably shut the hell up.
So of course you must be wondering what I think of current world events. Take a guess.
I think warmongering is silly and dangerous. EVERYONE please calm the hell down.
I do not endorse Romney. I really want to vote Libertarian this time around, same as I did four years ago, but I can't stomach the idea of living under a Romney administration. So, yeah, I'll be casting my vote for the incumbent.
You are still here? Dang, I can't get rid of you, can I?
Well let me tell you about the dream I had last night regarding that perfect 10 who dumped me. I dreamed that she had left her car parked near my residence, and my other ex found out whose car it was, then destroyed the rear window by tossing a rock, leaving me to search the car for insurance paperwork and trying to decide if it was worth it to try to contact the woman to tell her that her car had been vandalized, or respect her decision to leave me and not contact her at all. Did any of this make any sense at all? Probably not, it was just a stupid dream, but I did laugh when I woke up.
Alright, now that I got this nonsense off my chest, you can be on your merry way.
Keep calm and carry on.