So, I'm not here to spout my shit. Unless I change my mind about that. I don't have much to say until I'm drunk. And even less when I'm high. Since I'm usually at work when I'm online, I'm rarely drunk and always high. What I do love to do is read YOUR blogs and offer my thoughts. Yes, I'm That Guy.

And Suz and IV, you're my peeps!

Sure am sore from dancing on the ceiling all night. All the blood rushing through a girl's tennis wristband and into my chicken-bucket head and all.

How's the shoulder, Cheese? Head knuckle? Pride?

Well, I guess I should put some folders or some shit on my desk so it looks like I'm working. I'll give my ol' computer screen the "I'm concentrating on something frown." I'll walk briskly about the office and complain how there's only 24 hours in a day.

You know the drill.