Last night watching the Oscar's I realize I wanted to be Jack Nicholson. He's just a cool old fart. Ole Brittney may have Jack's hairdo but she'll never have his cool.
So how are you? Me, well I feel like an elephant stepped on me and I need sleep. If I don't make any sense you'll know why but I often don't make sense and you come here anyway. (thank you for that)
It was beautiful here today. I did a little digging in the dirt and it felt good. My Grandmother always said that a little dirt under the fingernails never hurt anyone.
I think I join a cult over the weekend but I'm not quite sure yet. If I start saying "Do It" in my sleep, then I guess I did. Thats what you get when you go to a party full of programmers. Weird ass caffeine heads the whole lot of them.
I'll leave you with a quote from Trinity.
"Mom this medicine taste like medicine"
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