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Resolutions?

Fuck resolutions! Not sure I've ever ever made one and of course no one sticks to them anyway. If I were to make one it would be to get that bohemeth of a car sold and quick. My car cover has all but wasted completely way. It won't be long before the city comes around and tags to be towed. I don't think I'm going to get quite as much for it as I initially wanted but as long as a make enough to get a scooter with hopefully enough left over for either a new computer or a new camera, I'll be happy. I had an offer on it the other day a whopping $300. Are you kidding me? Just last year I was offered $2100. It needs one part that is cheap and my bud Scotty is going to put it on for me.

Traci's new asshole called me after I talked to their friend and tells me the blue book value is $200 so he was being generous offering me $300. Go suck a dick, dude. Well, I'm pretty sure you already have at one time or another. Prison's like that.

He starts yelling at me "What are you going to do? Let that car sit out there and rot?"

"You let me worry about that" Asswipe.

Interesting fact, my dog attacks, playfully because she LOVES people, every one who comes through my door. She even loves Frank and believe me, Frank is a person only his mother can truly love. But asswipe, she won't go near him. She wants nothing to do with him. Dogs are like Santa Claus, they have a sixth sense and they know who's naughty and who's nice.

Then the asswipe calls me the next day wanting to set me up with a 57 year old cab driver. "You guys have a lot in common, you live alone, he lives alone and he's about your age" Really, 10 years difference is about my age? He was ringing my phone off the hook. I guess he thought he could get some pimp money for me so he could take care of his freaking addiction. FYI, I'm pretty sure he's met me. I guess addiction will convince anyone that anything is possible.

Poor Larry, if he was in a grave he'd be rolling over in it right now. Luckily for him, half of him is in the Atlantic here and half in the Atlantic in his native Barbados, and a teeny tiny bit has a permanent home in my lower desk drawer. He'd be pissed at me for not taking care of Traci, but dude, I don't have a dick and that is the only thing she listens to.

I hate FL, I really do. But I love it. I'm sensing a pattern here. I have a love/hate relationship with the south. So many cool places to be yet the people are too ignorant for my liking. FL is the Alaska of the south. When people can't handle living in the other 48 states they either move to Alaska (if you prefer cold) or they move to FL (if you prefer hot) No offense, Stacy, but I know you know what I mean.

Now my kid, who I moved down here for, is moving back to Charlotte...for a girl. Bless his heart (really, how southern is that?), he's going through what the rest of us went through when we were 16. Oddly enough, the iceback takes half the blame for his stunted emotional issues. Yes, suddenly, this is the kinder, gentler iceback. I guess a biological kid will do that to you. I always knew that but I was always told I knew nothing.

Damn, I finally got my bike back. Long story. It was Scotty's and then he kind of sold it to me. But I've been letting him use it for the past two weeks. And damn, he raised the seat and I don't have an allen wrench in sight. Anyway, I think it's time to hit the beach. I needs me some of nature's valium.


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