I Knew It

I KNEW i'd start this damn thing and then get bored with it... could i have posssibly run out of things to day? is that all the fodder i've gathered in 30 years?

So last night I hung out with sara and her hubby and sara was all about the intensely personal and unbelievably graphic girltalk... i love that about her...
and this friend of their was doing that sarcastic assholey filirting thing, so i was a sarcastic asshole back and apparently he got his feelers all hurt and ended up slinking home with his tail between his legs.... ooops, and he's in the FBI, which fully sucks cause he might now have me killed.. he was nice enough for a long-winded, self-aggrandizing, overthenthitive, egomaniac... nice enough for that... AND he offered to take me to a shooting range today,... maybe i should ahve played nicer, but he started it....besides, how do i always sit at the wrong end of the bar?

there's a babe in the woods, but i'm the one that's lost...