The Price is our own life until its gone...

I'm very tired.

Last night I met Heather and like... Three of her friends at Broadway. I was drained and totally unaccustomed to being awake at such a time but I dealt.
Anywho, those of you who know me well know my horrible anxiety. I mean, I've got GAD and SAD. I'm not a very social person. Especially when I'm around people I don't know and virtually no one that I do. And when I am able to be around people without freaking, I'm a pretty quiet person. I've always been like that unless I'm around certain people. So that was a bit of torture in and of itself.
They were cool people though. He friend Danny actually reminds me like... A LOT of a friend of mine from high school, Kel.
Heather's great, though. Incredibly tiny, though. Probably about the same size as Christy when we were dating which is... Again... Tiny. lol.
She still can't really get that I just don't talk a lot though. The rare times that I do talk a lot, it has to be in one-on-one situations unless I'm REALLY comfortable with everyone involved which is really rare.

I've been off the last two days and it feels like a fucking eternity! See, like, when I got home Thursday morning I went to bed early and got up early that afternoon, showered, then went and got Rian. It was raining or I was gonna take him to the park or something and since it was getting late, I just took him to Chik-Fil-A and after eating, I was gonna take him to their little indoor playland thingy and let him play.
But he kept messing around and not eating so it took forever...
Then before we could go play, he wet himself and it leaked out of his diaper and all over his pants. His diaper was really really full so I kinda see why... I just assumed he'd have a fresh one on when he left home. Or at least one that wasn't filled completely.
So anyway that killed our plans for playing which sucked because after I changed him and put his wet clothes in a bag, we had to leave of course and as we were leaving he was saying something like "I gonna play outside, Da-Da." which was what I was telling him we were gonna do when he finished eating.
I really hate disappointing him... Seriously... I know he's just a baby but I still don't want him to get mad at me and stuff of to begin to think that I don't keep my word.

But according to his mother, he said he had fun so that's good. He's also a little jerk, though as he also told her that I was mean and ate all of his chicken! All I did was eat a small piece so he'd eat one. And when that wasn't working, I had to tell him I was gonna eat it for him to eat. He'd say I could have it and I'd slowly put it towards my mouth and he'd scream "No Da-Da that's my chick" or something similar.
On a similar topic, I was telling someone about that and called him a little jerk or something and they noted that I word things strangely apparently. I'm not sure if she meant my calling him a jerk or not but if so (or if anyone else is like "That's a terrible thing to say!"), you've got to understand how I see him. Yeah, he's only two... But I see him as almost like a full grown person with a horrible vocabulary. I mean, he sits in the back of my car in his little seat when I pick him up and he constantly talks shit about my driving.
So, yeah. I love our relationship. He's my son and best friend all in one.

I mentioned my anxiety disorders earlier... They never went away when I was on anti-depressants although it was supposed to treat all of that, also.
My depression, however, did seem to at least fade into the background of my mind, though.
I came off of my medication probably over 6 months ago. It was one of those sad situations that politicians don't fucking understand where it came down to me having to choose between the medication I needed, a place to live and eating. I chose to drop the medication. The withdrawals from the Effexor was probably one of the worse months ever... There are these things called 'brain shivers' that occur almost non-stop with any movement you make. It feels a lot like it sounds... Like you brain just shivers really fast in your head... It sucked BADLY. I could hardly function. It was like having an incredibly high fever for a month straight.

Nonetheless, I came off of them and I was fine. My depression didn't come pounding at my door and I thought the chemical imbalance in my brain had corrected itself while I was medicated or something.

Alas, it did not.

I haven't been nearly as bad off lately as I used to be, but over the past week or so I've felt it creeping back in. Maybe I've just been tired which I know from experience can cause depressive feelings in me. I don't know.
My fear, however, is that its what I feel it might be which is (in hurricane terms) the 'outer rain bands' of the approaching storm.

The good part of all of this is that I feel more like me when I'm depressed. That was when I had creativity spilling out of my body, though I rarely acted on it.
And if you're a fan of my older blog posts (which more people were than are my current shite posts, lol) then maybe I can somehow fall back into that groove. I dunno.

At any rate, I'm out of shite to say so... I dunno...

-=The Prynce

Draft Peter Sellers

What I'd like to have right now is for all of you fat, out of shape, Internet idiots to keep the noise down while I take off my inhibitions and give you a good look at the sexiest blog to ever exist with the title 'Eve of Destruction'.

Heh, just wanted to start this blog off on a Rude note.

I watched a really bizarre movie for the second time recently... Its one of those movies that leaves an impression on you that is impossible to explain, really. Its just a "You'll just have to see it" type thing.
But the movie was Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb and... Wow. It is truly one strange thing to see. Given, it's a Kubrick film so it is somewhat understood that it is going to have something of a interesting feel to it. But this movie constantly blows my mind.
Its a mostly comedic/satirical movie about nuclear holocaust set off by a crazed general who thinks that the fluoridation of water is a Communist conspiracy to "sap and impurify" the bodily fluids of Americans.

Simply said, fucking watch it if you ever have a chance. It took me months to find a copy to watch and it was worth it.

Chris Leak wasn't drafted in the NFL draft in a classic "What the fuck?!" moment. The local college, Coastal Carolina, had their quarterback (Tyler Thigpen) drafted in the 7th round. Not to say he didn't deserve it but... He didn't lead his team to a NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP!
Everyone's like "Eh, its because Leak's only 5'11" and he can't cut it in the NFL." to which I say "Fuck you!"
Most defensive players in the NFL would have a hard time getting a hand on someone so small and fast. I mean, Michael Vick is fast as hell but he's what... 6'5"?
To me Chris Leak is like Michael Vick but more accurate and harder to get a hand on...

I dunno. I complain.

I had lots of things to post about but none of them are coming to mind so... I find myself ending this blog with nothing at all being stated that was worth half a nickel. Sorry. =(

-=The Prynce

The MAN Can't Make Me Title This Post

I love few things more than going into a gas station and buying a soda for $.79 and paying for it with my card, knowing I have a dollar on me.

My friend Carissa and I were recently in the greatest pancake house here in Myrtle Beach (Pan American) at around 3-4 in the morning and just as we sat down, this guy guy that was visibly intoxicated came in and chose the booth adjacent to our's.
He broke the ice by saying something like "I know I'm fucked up, but I'm celebrating..." to which Carissa replied something along the lines of "Oh really?".
He was like "Yep! I'm celebrating that I made it here!".
We both were kind of confused but I think we both just figured that he'd made a long trip and got down here and got drunk-- It happens all the time. However, he then informed us that he was celebrating that he'd made it there from North Myrtle Beach, which if you folks don't know, is less than a 30 minute drive and its a straight shot down Highway 17... It was pretty funny but we figured that he was done as he sat down at his booth and stopped talking.

So Carissa starts asking me my personal beliefs in religion and all and he pops up and he's like "As long as you're not a damned Muslim you're ok with me." which, as racist as it was was still funny.
He continued to pop in and out of our conversations for the rest of our time there. He was actually pretty funny... Though I'm not sure he intended to be. His religious beliefs are apparently built around Homer Simpson saying something along the lines of "Why should I go to church? What if we chose the wrong god and the real one is just getting madder and madder wach time we go to church?".

He also spoke to us about his sex life. He said his wife was a nurse in Conway and was going to be getting up for work in about an hour and that they were scheduled to have sex, which he claims is a must for him and began to explain that he wishes he had the kind of free time that's required for an extramarital affair. Very true, sir.

His drunken banter ran the gammit of topics. One not to be excluded is his thoughts on bike weeks in Myrtle Beach and all of the noise it causes.
A valid point was made though when he stated "If my car was as loud as these fucking bikes, I'd get a ticket..." at which point there was a drunken pause of about five seconds... "...And I got a whole car! Shit, you can fit a dog and four people in there!"

Anywho, the point is the guy was a riot. And he looked a lot like Billy Bob Thornton in Bad Santa... Or like Ron "Tater Salad" White with a bit of The Sandman.

I spent the majority of my morning just around noon today in Garden City. Its a great city... It's like Myrtle Beach was 15+ years ago.
We originally went to kill time while I waited to hear from my friend Heather about when she'd be in town but it turned into us hanging out down there until noon-ish.
Our intention was to go to Sam's Corner (which is a great resturant that's open 24/7 and serves coffee for only a nickel... There's another in Myrtle Beach) as that's the original down there. But as we were walking across the street, we noted how old-school it all looked including the old-school arcade beside/behind Sam's Corner.
So we went in there and I spent an extra $5 that I couldn't afford on tokens and we played some games and turned in our tickets for two Chinese finger traps and tiny back-scratchers each... 'Twas bitchin'.
So then we got food which was Great. That places it tits... And as we waited, Darrell ordered a Mimosa and I ordered a Tequilla Sunrise. That is until Darrell asked what all was in a Tequilla Sunrise at which point he decided he'd cancell his Mimosa for the Sunrise.
Dunno that it was worth $6 but, hey... What-ever. They specialize in food, not cocktails.

But once we left there we walked angrily by a closed ice cream shop and then to a beach store that was moving like two doors down so they were selling everything at 50% off or better. I got a few bumper stickers and a remote control car for like $6 all together and Darrell got the same and a Bruce Lee wall scroll.
So wrap up, we got some Baskin-Robbins and went the fuck home.

Alright, this post isn't at all interesting or entertaining so I should totally stop... AFTER I give you all the link to a new blog of a friend of mine. Its probably the gayest blog (pound-for-pound) that you'll ever read... I think he's gonna try to just cover headlines and shit and his views on things but... Hey... That's what I said when I came over to BlogSpot from DeadJournal.

Anywho, the blog is Q's Persective and you should all go read it or fuck yourselves!

Good-bye!

-=The Prynce

Love is a flower; You've got to let it grow

No clue what'll wind up in this post... I'm just gonna type until I don't have any time to type more, really.

I recently saw Chairmen of the Board for like the third time and it was as great as ever. I even had some hot young thing standing right up on me right before the person I was with wanted to go to the second level. Kinda gravy.

But speaking of concerts... I've probably been to no less then three including that one that I haven't posted about.

A few weeks back, I won two tickets to Lonestar under a Kenny's name on the radio. The seats were OK but I managed to correctly guess the home province of a Canadian radio DJ on location (Darrell and I even got to have a bit of a banter live on the air) which was Manitoba... That managed to win us front row tickets.
I was shocked at how much I dug the show. It was at the Palace theater which I haven't been to in forever and I had a few Heineken and a hot dog loaded with mustard which will make anything pretty good, but really... The show was pretty nice. We even talked a roadie into giving us the guitar picks the guitarist left on stage. HA!

A while before that I got to see Everclear at the House of Blues... Nice. The like... four opening bands were pretty bad, honestly. I felt miserable and almost wanted to go home until Everclear came on and kicked a little ass.
So... Yeah. I actually have some videos up on my YouTube page of bits of the show including Art Alexakis berating a stage-diver. It was great.

I also got a car in the past like... two months. I just kinda didn't think to post it. Whoooops!

The other day, Rob was giving me a ride home from work 'cause the previously mentioned car is in the shop, and as we rounded out near Springmaid Resort, we both kinda saw something in the median of the road. I didn't say anything as I pretty much knew it as a dead bird and we were talking about something.
But as I noticed it, I saw the car drift over and into the median a bit at which point we were just a few feet away from the bird in said median. Rob suddenly exclaimed in a fit of laughter, "IT'S A DEAD BIRD!" followed by a hyper-excited and patented 'Rob Laugh'.
As he was finally finishing up his reaction which of course, caused much laughter to spill from my own face, he said that he could "Totally reenact it" if I wanted to take pictures/video (which pretty much confirms the theory that Rob will do ANYTHING as long as it is in some way recorded visually for posterity).
It was only about a 3 minute ride from there to my house and the entire time I'm questioning the humor in a dead bird until we get to my community and there's a living bird in the middle of the road. He speeds towards it and it flies off as he almost reenacts the whole thing only this time saying "Did you see it poop?!" (which he apparently now claims was a joke).
Just seconds later, we spotted a pug dog walking on the sidewalk near a sharp curve which is not un-common but apparently, the crack in his system made that funny also.
I basically told him to run it over so he could laugh at the dead puppy and he was like "...That's not funny". His logic being that puppies are bigger than birds and 'take longer to go away.' We then had a quick discussion about the souls of birds versus dogs which really reminded me of the "Filthy Animal" bit from Pulp Fiction.

That's pretty much the whole story. If you don't know Rob, you may not find it funny. So... Fuck you. And go away.

The worse thing about being a human is shaving. I fucking hate it. Given, I get off lucky because I'm Scottish so my facial hair isn't very thick or dark so I don't have to shave often.

I also recently decided that Easter was best called "Zombie Jesus Day" only to find that someone else already came up with it! What the fuck, yo?!

I was gonna totally get on the topic of wrestling but I think that'd make this post a wee-bit too long to read so I think this is a nice place to stop, no? I'm not out of time, though. Just running short on it...

Be good, bitches.

-=The Prynce

Everybody's Free (To Drink Sunscreen)

Let me start by saying that I'm sick as hell right now with a near constant fever of about 102.6 for two days now, so is this blog makes no sense, that's why.

Now on to a story... Nay, THE story. The story of the funniest thing I've ever personally experienced in my lifetime.

A week or two ago, there was a problem at the hotel that I work at involving a problematic guest and his large main window being shattered by what HE claimed was just some random woman who, by chance, happened to randomly choose his window of them all and kick it and break it. Of course, its funny because the woman was older and rather frail looking and for her to simply be able to kick his window made to sustain hurricanes on an ocean front building appears to be an absolutely absurd story.

But that's not the part that will stick with me eternally.

After I spoke to the guy in the room, I had a woman come down to the office clearly tweaking on what I'm certain was crack telling me they took her money to which I told her I'd called the police and she could talk to them about it if she wanted. She freaked and begged me not to have her arrested and then she left, half flashing me through a side window (she was wearing a jacket and underneath a short-cut tank-top, exposing her belly which appeared to be made of something similar to curdled milk that was accentuated with a few hundred stretch marks, leading me to believe she used to be rather large).

But still, that's not the FUNNY part.

The funny part follows...

I was on the phone with Darrell at one of our sister properties telling him what was going on about an hour after it all went down when I heard the door open only to see it was our previous crack-whore returning for God-only-knows-what.

She just came up to the counter and stood there and I tried ignoring her and she walked over to a bucket we have with packets of tanning lotion in it. She picked up a blue packet and asked what it was. I held my finger up to her to say "One minute" and she asked again. I repeated my finger raising.

At that moment, she ripped the top off with her mouth/teeth and started drinking the tanning lotion! At first, she didn't have much of a response that you would associate with someone drinking tanning lotion, but after a few seconds, her face turned sour and she asked once more, "What is this?!"

She hardly got the last word out before she bolted for the door to our side lobby and spit loudly then came back into the main lobby and left.

The entire time, I was on the phone with Darrell and trying very hard not to laugh at this crazed whore but the second she left, I burst into laughter and told him what had happened.

Now to those who say "Wow that's not all that funny..." I say "Fuck you, sir/ma'am!"

I was in stitches for like 5 minutes straight afterwards. And it may not be nearly as funny unless you have to deal with the people I have to deal with daily... But still... Fuck you.

-=The Prynce

One Snare in the March of Death

This was written by the former singer of Rage Against the Machine, Zack de la Rocha.

Read it. Seriously.

You can hear it for free without even having to download it by going to http://www.marchofdeath.com/

-=The Prynce

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'March of Death' by Zack de la Rocha

I was born with the voice of a riot, a storm
Lightening the function, the form
Far from the norm, I wont follow like cattle
I'm more like a catalyst; calm in the mix of battle
Who let the cowboy on the saddle? He don't know a missile from a gavel
Para terror troopin flippin loops of death upon innocent flesh
But I'm back in the cipher my foes and friends
With a verse and a pen, against a line I won't toe or defend
Instead I curse at the murderous men in suits of professionals who act like animals
This man child, ruthless and wild
Who gonna chain this beast back on the leash?
This Texas Furor (Führer), for sure a, compassionless con who serve a
Lethal needle to the poor. The cure for crime is murder?

On the left, left, right, left
But it's just the march of death

I read the news today, oh boy, a snap shot of a midnight ploy
Vexed and powerless, devoured my hours I'm motionless with no rest
Cause a scream now holds the sky, under another high-tech drive-by
A lie is a lie this God is an eagle or a condor for war and nothing more
Islam peace, Islam stare into my eyes brother please off our knees
To beef now we feed their disease, interlocked our hands across seas
What is a flag but a rag, a shroud out loud, outside a faceless crowd
Cause a cowering child just took her last breath, one snare in the march of death

On the left, left, right, left
But it's just the march of death

Here it comes the sound of terror from above
He flex his Texas twisted tongue
The poor lined up to kill in desert slums
For oil that boil beneath the desert sun
Now we split flame we flip this game
All the targets are taking aim
All targets are taking aim
We're the targets, they're taking aim

Boo Bity Boo...

Bill Cosby is incredibly funny. But I don't much care for The Cosby Show... It wasn't built enough on him.

One of the best shows ever is of course, Saved By the Bell. Its fantastically cheesy. In in continuity is horrible and funny at the same time.
But I grew up on the shit and have something of an obsessive personality so I remember far more about it than is healthy, as I have posted before.

Its great how they had two senior proms. And its great how they went from JFK Junior High in Indiana with Mr. Belding as principal to Bayside in Southern California with the same bleeding principal!
See, the secret there is that the shows from Junior High were in fact an entirely different series entitled "Good Morning Miss Bliss" that aired on the Disney Channel. It was cancelled but apparently NBC bought the rights and turned it into Saved By the Bell.
Its also great how Zack and Lisa were gonna date and Screech was finally over her and then after that episode, none of that stuck and Lisa and Zack were no longer together.

So who do you guys think Zack lost his virginity to? I have a theory that it was the homeless chick from the Christmas episodes. UNLESS it was Kelly which I doubt. She seemed to be too wholesome but I know he wouldn't have tapped some of the other random chicks 'cause he wanted her and wouldn't want to screw that up.
But the homeless chick lived with them until her dad got a new job and he helped her and her dad so much that I know for sure she would have slept with him and he was over Kelly in those episodes so I'm sure he was more than willing (he was something of a shallow asshole after all).
I've known so many people similar to the homeless chick. They find someone who's willing to help them at a tough spot in their life and they melt over them and grow mad attached until it just falls apart and they wanna die.

How is Dustin Diamond broke exactly? And is he really losing his house? I think it may be a hoax, really... But I'm gonna buy a shirt regardless. $20 for his autograph and a shirt is worth it to a lamer like me.
You can find out more about all of that jazz by going to http://www.getdshirts.com/.

But my question of how he could be broke remains. He was the one cast member that was on each incarnation of the show from 'Good Morning Miss Bliss' to 'Saved by the Bell: The New Class'. Even Mr. Belding wasn't on all the shows. He was absent in the College Years.
Screech was on all of the series and the specials yet he's broke and faking a home porn leak.

Jessie wasn't very attractive at all. Lisa really was the only cute one until the College Years at which point Kelly was finally hot to me.

The best episodes to me are the lamest and cheesiest such as the famed 'Jessie's Song' where her addiction to caffeine pills were comparable to some crack addicts that I've seen.
Another great one was the 'School Song' episode where I got the title of this post. Apparently drinking water with Lemon juice will make you autistic though it will have no flavor in any way.

So... I think I'm gonna wrap up this post. I had no topic in mind when I started but I think we all see now where it went. But I have to jet so... Fudge it.

Expect to see more 'Saved by the Bell' posts in the future. I'm a geek, motherfucker.

-=The Prynce

Its a 'who cares?'-type post...

Rob 'Little Hoch' Ludwick has a new catch-phrase. Keep an eye out for that on http://robsworld247.blogspot.com/ as he's told me that he'll reveal it publically in his next post's title.

I was leaving Wal-Mart the other day and totally had the right-of-way so I just sort of walked out in the pedistrian crossing area and a car was like... Right on me. He waved for me to go ahead to which I was like "No shit, asshole".
As I was about to get in the car I hear someone scream "HEY LONG HAIR!!" from across the lot which, if you've never had long hair around ignorant redneck fucks, that's typically what they call you.
So I see that its the guy from the car and I'm like "Oh cripes... This guy's gonna try to start shit." so I'm like "Yeah?" and he's like "Do you like metal?". I'm thinking he's going to be a dickhead and say something like "Well next time you fucking walk out in front of me you're gonna taste chrome, you fuck!" 'cause that's pretty much what I would have said.
So I'm like "A bit." and he's like "Ah 'cause Slayer's gonna be at the House of Blues tomorrow." which sort of threw me off because for one, I knew and two I was expecting the former. I called back to him "Yeah I know but I've gotta work!" and he calls back "Ah man it's gonna be great."
But I think it was about that time he realized that he'd called me 'long hair' which most people tend to know could make a bloke defensive. So he revealed he had a mohawk underneath his baseball cap.

Stupid story but... It sounded good in my mind. Judgemental fuckers.

There's some shit going on in Darlington County, SC that gets me a bit worked up.
Most of you know that I'm pretty much the most liberal and least racist fuck you'll ever come across but when it comes to the Confederate flag and the former CSA as a whole, I view it as my history. I had many family members fight and some die for the CSA. An ancestor of mine signed the sucession order, even. And above all, you should know that contrary to what you were told in second grade, it was NOT about slavery. The whole thought of federal and confederate government systems would have blown your 7 year old mind.

No matter, in Darlington County there are two graves that the Sons of Confederate Veterns want to put CSA markers on (CSA markers contain a small Confederate flag engraved on it, also). It happens all the time. No big deal, right?
The only thing this time is that the two soldiers who fought for the CSA happen to have been black. That's right, folks... People of all colors fought for the South and many of them were slaves that were already freed for what-ever reason.
But the NAACP's local chapter (which seems silly to me to have a chapter of the NAACP in SC at all seeing as how to have the chapter they have to live here which is kind of not participating in the NAACP boycott on the state of South Carolina) wants to fight it. Not the decendants of the men... Not the people who are there to preserve the history of those two men...
The NAACP should really have no say in the matter. The SCV isn't a racist group (although I know a number of members who actually are ignorant bigots) in any way. Regardless of bigots that may be members, the group itself is for direct descendants of soldiers of the CSA and they're out to preserve the history of the state of South Carolina as it pertains to that period in time.

I dunno I just don't get it. This stuff happened. Taking the flag down from the monument in Columbia isn't going to erase it. Not allowing two soldiers to be honored isn't, either. If we're trying to erase all traces of the CSA, Charleston will certainly need to be erased off of the map. The fort where it all started is there and its now a national monument. Its not a national monument because the nation is racist. Its a national monument because its our HISTORY. No matter where your ancestors were from, if you consider yourself and American in any way then it is your history.

Anywho enough on that whole trip, eh? lol. Hopefully I pissed no one off. It wasn't my intention.

Bill Maher is Jesus... Little known fact, friends.

People, don't vote for Hillary if you're a Democrat and you're voting in the primaries... Please?
She's ok in my eyes but she plays to whomever she's talking to too much. Her stance is what-ever the 'correct' stance is for the people she's blowing at that moment. I don't see her winning the White House.
Instead, vote for Edwards or Obama!
I'd love to see Obama get the nomination but I'm worried about his lack of experience and how well it'd hold up to the firestorm that he'd get in the actual race.
That's why we need Edwards. The man is the shit. He's got some of Obama's charisma and speaking skills only he blinks more.
Watch him talk... Seriously... He blinks a lot...

So... Edwards/Obama '08!

-=The Prynce

Mow.

Yeah so... Moving sucks. There's no way around it. It sucks.

But in the end, its for the best. I must get out of my current residence. Apparently they want to get rid of the mold that infests that place but... C'mon. That wouldn't work at all. That would require a total renovation of the entire place. They'd have to redo all interiors and somehow destroy the mold in the walls. Its impossible.

But its kinda what my three days off are going to be made of, it seems. Due to a freakish scheduling accident, my days off for next week come just after my last day off from this week so I get the coveted three days off. Joy.
Actually it is a good thing... I'm hoping I will have time to do something fun and get totally moved out by the end of those days off so that I can do something... Anything. lol.

Soo... Uhhh... I really don't know where to take this post. I mean, I have some free time but I've got nothing to say. All that comes to mind is that I'm sooo ready to get the hell out of my apartment but I think I've pretty much covered that... lol.

This city is stupid.
People with pull are trying to make it more of a resort town like Orlando than a nice but large family beach... It won't work.
Crackheads, crime, and prostitutes are the only things that are increasing here in significant numbers- Not revenue. Its becoming a very dangerous place to live and to visit. The crime rate of Myrtle Beach is higher than that of New York City... That's kinda terrible.

But that's about all I can come up with this morning so... Deal. And shut up.

-=The Prynce

Quick Hits, F00z

Time for a quick post with random and flowing thoughts...

Ok... Colts are gonna win the Super Bowl. If they don't, its blasphemy. The Bears are lame. They have a shite quarterback. Brian Urlacher is a cock-sucking asshole.
Manning deserves this win and if there's a higher power of any sort, he'll get it. And if that power loves me, the win will come with the play Darrell and I 'rehearsed' in Dollar General... Made the Immaculate Reception look like it was thrown by... I dunno... Rex Grossman.

I got a nice assortment of liquors today. Hooray for me, yeah? And I got high quality, name-brand shit. Crazy.

So, I'm moving out of my apartment. The place is infested with mold and I've pretty much had my fill of being constantly sick, the place smelling horrible, and everything being untouchable due to mold. Not to mention, its a shite place for the amount I'm paying. Given utilities are included but... No.
I'm moving into an actual house with Darrell and his girlfriend. Its a nice place and for now, it will make things easier on them and me finacially for me to live with them. I do intend on it being temporary but it'll do fine for now.
My only issues are sharing a bathroom (which is doable) and the fact that its a former military house on the old Air Force base. Go only knows the horrors some angry airman inflicted upon his family in the years since that house has stood.

But those things are out-weighed by all of the positives. And the positives are many.

Doing the actual move is gonna suck. I'm gonna have to pack when I can and move when I'm able. I'm hoping to be totally out of my apartment by next weekend though which I think is doable.

So all-in-all I see my life as improving. Change can make me a bit worrisome and edgy at times but that's the case with most people, eh?

Anywho, time is running low so I gotta jet. Be cool, folks!

-=The Prynce