1118 pm the following night

Way drunk. 5 vodka and cokes since 930 pm.

524 am

So I'm still awake So I guess I'll tell you a story. A stranger Two strangers meet. A socialite and a willing partisapent. The socialite, a gentelman he complements her by offering photos. A face. Then more. The femabnon os wooed. And enjoys her gifts. She returns the favor. First teasers, lingerie. She offers her self, the slave to the socialites golden tongue. They dance, mincing words and photos. She moistens, he hardens; both talking their way to extacy. An icredable chance meeting. The internconected world... The socialite nearly a thousand miles from the femanon. But they met, joined, and found momentary fulfillment in the sterile empty waste that is the tubes.

A MSG from sudo

I hate winter.
For well a miriad of reasons.


Plow drivers piss me off alot. You it's not there driving. Or the total lack of fitting down the streets. They are assholes.

They block my driveway with a massive pile of the white stuff. Leaving me to shovel it out.

It snows an unconcievable here. It snows so much people loose garages under it. And when you dig them out the are crushed.

At 7pm it's 2 degrees.
This hurts alot.
The kitchen floor is so cold I cannot walk on it. Makes me miss the bunk house.