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| hi. my name is shdware. i am a Bad Driver. i'm 115 days good driving, but i still feel if i were to run just one stop sign, it would all come back to me. it's a slippery slope.
some people can tailgate one or two cars and forget about it and it's fine--but not for others like me. it's never enough. faster, faster, faster! more, more, more!
once i thought i was just a social bad driver, but now i know, probably because of genetic factors, this disease will always be with me.
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| i was away from Xanga for a few months, and you know what? life went on.
most of my subscribers either unsubscribed, or simply quit visiting the site when they realized that there wasn't anything else coming. and there may or may not be, depending on what i feel like.
if you want to keep in touch, there's always facebook. send me a message if you're interesting in being added. otherwise, carry on, i guess.
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| she: playing Spider Solitaire while laying on her belly in bed.
he: excited that wife is playing a computer game.
she: very entranced by a thrilling game of Spider Solitaire.
he: rubbing her back, slightly suggestively.
she: looking for a place to move the Jack of Spades.
he: "hey, do you like Mah-Jongg?"
she: "do I like your what?" | | |
| when i was growing up, we had a tradition on New Year's Eve where we'd write three resolutions on a sheet of paper, then put it in an envelope, seal it, and give it to my Dad who would then give it to us in exactly one year so we could see whether or not we'd accomplished these resolutions.
the thing is, most of the time i'd forget what my resolutions were. if i had accomplished it, it was usually for reasons other than i had penned it as a "resolution".
i don't have a resolution this year, and don't want any. January 1st is going to mark the first day of 2009, but nothing in my life will have ceased or continued unless i or others in power to make changes have done so. if i'm to have any resolve to do something, it isn't going to be simply because it is the last day of 2008.
although the strike of midnight is a great excuse for a kiss.
do you have any resolutions?
word of the day:
asinine / ASS uh NYN / adj. - foolish, unintelligent, or silly
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| i've always wondered why Santa Claus leaves lumps of coal in the stockings of the bad kids.
if a kid has been bad -- i mean, really, really rotten -- and i were filling the role of Santa for a night, i wouldn't leave a lump of coal as a mark of disdain against the kid. i'd take a dump in his stocking.
i figure he's flying around the world visiting the good Gentile kid, and at least 10% of them are leaving out cookies and milk. Santa's got to relieve the load along the way, and the stockings of the bad kids are a great outlet.
and what an outlet would be if Santa were lactose-intolerant like me. those kids would be good next year, or else.
word of the day:
plutoed / PLOO tow d / verb - demoted from a previously-held position
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