Hey, what's up my blogospheric brethren?

So it's been about a week or so since my last shiftless entry and, although no change has presented itself to be worthy of mentioning, I feel the need to fill a page or two with some feckless ranting.

Where to begin...

I thought about using this opportunity to break out the woe-is-me song and dance since it would be more than justified based on recent developments, but that's not me. Or at least that's not the guy I strive to become. I suppose what comes next is a back handed attempt of the life sucks gush.

I'm gonna start a new paragraph just so the following isn't associated with that glib garbage. My moms had her yearly mammogram and there's apparently an irregularity. Of course the specialist is on vacation, as they always seem to be, so she wont find out the exact diagnosis for a week or so and, even then, a biopsy will more than likely follow before anything conclusive is known. In short, the next months are no doubt gonna be stressful for a woman who does not need the added stress. She's been through so much in the last couple of years, I've put her through so much in the last couple of years, she should be chilling in a tropical paradise instead. Of course, she's optimistic as ever while remaining realistic, "whatever it is," she says, "we'll take care of it. Don't worry about it." This is my mom, however, and I can't help but think underneath that upbeat front lies a woman who's terrified and tired of the uphill battle.

So that's got me down a little. But wishes don't do dishes and lamenting on the negative can't yield positive results.

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Rock the Block was tonight, but I pulled out my disappearing act as I tend to do sometimes. Marianas Trench is the headliner which is reason one why I stayed away. Yeah, I know, it's live music and who cares if the band is a photocopy of the god-awful Fall Out Boy, I'm a social being and stewing in my house in front of a laptop is no way to spend a Thursday evening. Well I've never been one to heed my own advice, plus I'm a few dollars away from living under a bridge these days so sheckles need to be conserved. Alright, that's not exactly true, but I'd rather spend my money on something I would more enjoy - like coke and whores.

I think I sort of have a thing for my boss. She's not exactly all that attractive, I mean she's alright in some lighting and if I squint just so, but the fact that she's in a position of authority and she's moderately attractive pushes her up from 6 to an 8 or even a 9. Now, she's happily married and somebody's mom but still, I would totally wreck that.

All else is well in my life. For the most part. I'm bored, lonely, underworked, undersexed and worried that I might be becoming a parody of myself.

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Ah, well it's that time folks, for The Question of the Blog:

Assuming anyone is reading this, let me ask you this... Nah, I got nothing. For the most part people like talking about themselves so how about this, tell me something I don't know about you. Here, I'll start, when I was a kid my mom put me in figureskating c!asses. I think it was sort of a consolation for not playing hockey but still, it's no wonder I'm not chugging gallons of c*ck from that horrendous experience and a miracle that I don't have a "and then he removed my liatard" story. Your turn.

Sleep well friends,

Al.