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I do.  I really really do.  I hate to type and it takes me forever to think of anything worthy to post, and I can “gab” with the best of them, but when I have to “write’ it, I’m fucked.  I feel like a total dipshit (is dip shit two words?).

I have a lot to say but not a lot to write.  I need a secretary who can take dictation.  But then I would just sit there and say nothing… and she/he would just stare at me.  Maybe I need to blog “drunk”, then I would let the words flow.  And then I would go on about some of the chicks I find really hot on TV like that girl named Crush on “American Gladiators” and I would just yell about all the racists fucks in Kentucky that fear a black President, and…. never mind, fuck Kentucky… and Ohio…… and Pennsylvania…. except for those good people who did vote for Obama while their white trash neighbors stayed in 19th century.

Drunk blogging…. I should try that.

Crush is hot, by the way.

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The Fine Print

or maybe I am just getting old. 

I am amazed in this day and age of modern marketing that almost every shampoo company has decided the least important words to put on their bottles are “shampoo” and “conditioner.”  I don’t wear glasses, and I am reasonably intelligent and perceptive, but when I am in the shower I look down and see two large identical bottles.  I know in theory I have a 50/50 chance of grabbing the right bottle.  But no, I always grab the wrong one. 

Friggin’ annoys the shit out of me.

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Yesterday Katie (my girlfriend) informed me that her older sister wants her to move out of her house by June 1st to make room for her boyfriend and his two dogs.

I’ve been with Katie for over 2 years and the subject of moving in together has been brought up on numerous occasions but we’ve never fully committed to the idea. Actually, I haven’t fully committed to the idea. I definitely have my bag full of excuses and many of them are justified, but most of them are based on the fear of growing up and the fear of failing at being an adult. I wish I wasn’t so fucking afraid of life. Afraid to fail. Afraid to face some hardships. Afraid to get outside of my comfort zone. I’m that baby bird that refuses to leave the nest. I’m afraid my wings won’t work and I’ll fall to a grim and messy death.

Fear is worse than death.

I’m 27 and I still live with my parents. Every time I discuss moving out and finding my own home my mother inevitably tries to convince me that I will starve to death and that my meager salary won’t be enough to pay my bills. So maybe that is why I’m so paranoid. Because my mother doesn’t want me to leave the nest. Maybe I’ve been fucking brainwashed into being a giant pussy. A paranoid and insecure little man.

At this point I’m not sure if I want to buy a home or rent a house, I’m definitely not living in an apartment complex. I called up a realtor today and chatted with her about some of my options and I must admit that I’m extremely intimidated by the whole idea of buying a home. There are so many things that you don’t consider or plan for, and I’m one of those people that hates surprises. I want to know exactly what to expect and when to expect it… which is probably the main reason I still live at home.

So…. should I buy or rent?

I don’t fucking know.

Photo By Katie Sykes

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No, not really.

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What is up with this crap? WordPress sucks.

(Okay, you have to imagine some sort of crap and something sucking here, because friggin wordpress won’t let me upload any sort of photo. It’s because I’m beige, isn’t it?)

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