Ahh, life..

So, here's how life is.
Been dating Leanne for 5 years and change. Met her while working at the T-Mobile Call Center in Bellingham..back when I was a loser and had a "job" instead of a "career". She's a good woman and even though I'm hard on her, she still manages to roll with the punches.
We're going to be bringing a bundle of joy and subsequent expendable income siphon into the world!
Due Date: Aug 15th
Sex: Boy (Jesus, Allah, Yahweh, Jehovah willing)
I have a theory: God is going to punish me!
If I have a girl, I'm either going to have:
A) a 6ft monster that will be throwing the shot put
B) a dime-piece that's going to hate me
Either way I lose. Here's how it works:
If I have the Titan, she's going to be ugly and massive. Nobody is going to want to date her and she'll be homely. Nothing fun about that.
If I have the dime-piece, I'm going to be sitting on the couch looking at some smiling 14yr old that's trying to fuck my daughter. Nothing fun about that

I'm just hoping the little siphon comes out healthy and with above average intelligence.
I'm already scared shitless to be a father, so I'm hoping all my bad deeds can be offset enough to just make it easy on me...give me a boy.

Blast From the Past

I need to update this thing more often.
Leanne always asks me: Have you updated your blog?
Nah
Nobody reads this shit anyhow. My life hasn't gotten interesting...yet.
I'm sitting up at 140am on Sat night, bored..can't sleep. I'm watching Seal on A&E. This guy used to be the shit. He now seems to have gone the way of lots of cool artists. Namely he makes music for the soccermom crowd. He's hashing out his previous hits; crazy, killer, kiss from a rose, etc. Made me get out my time machine a bit and think back a few years. Here goes...
When Leanne and I first hooked up, we had separate places. We eventually moved into a charming lakeside apartment complex called The Blue Dolphin here in Leschi. We had a ground floor 1 bdrm with a lake view. Fucking DOPE!
Anyhow, the managers were meth heads. To make a long story short, the made up stories about me (saying I sold drugs) and eventually kept half of our deposit when we moved out. Why am I telling this story? Because, I vowed revenge of some sort. I STILL am trying to figure out what I will do to repay them for all their kindness, open mindedness and embracing of diversity. One day...one day!
Still, when the temp reaches 80, that place sure was the best. Come home from work, jump into the lake, then back into your air conditioned apartment.
No moaning about it or anything like that. Just keeping it on the mind to ensure that the feeling of being discriminated against by racist meth head losers never leaves me.
Motivates me
Makes me strive for success
And Sweet Revenge