The Winchester

I am not what one would refer to as "in shape." I sport a decent beer belly, two small chins, and do not partake in exercise in the physical sense. If I was a super villian, I would be the Evil Genius , and not the Evil Strong Guy . So it stands to reason that after a day or two of relatively constant manual labor, I would be in pain. This was the case. Last Friday, we began moving into another apartment . We had a two bedroom, and are upgrading our living space to a two bedroom with den model. All the same dimensions as the other apartment for the most part, with the luxury of an extra room for my Real Dolls and random toy collection. The ceiling is also kind of diagonal, and has a ceiling fan. Lastly, a fireplace adorns on of our walls. Great for a nice, quiet cuddle and the burning of suspicious documents. Let me say this right off. Well, almost right off. Just a little ways in, is more accurate. I hate moving. Hate . I have moved more than any human should be made to mov...

August 13 , 2007. This is the day I will be turning thirty years old. Thirty years. That's quite a long time to have spent alive. Three decades. 33.33333333% of a century. Six counts of five years. More days than I plan on calculating. More than a third of my life passed, as I don't fully expect to reach ninety years old. If I do, I'll come back here and edit this entry. I know people tend to worry or freak out or tense up or enter a complete state of denial about getting older. For some reason, it scares them. I guess for some people it's the One Year Closer To Death thing. Others, maybe it's a longing for the days of youth, what with little to no responsibility. True, when you're young the only things you really need to worry about what time Mom said to come home, and whether or not Dad will leave a dirty mag lying around that you can sequester yourself with for a few days. Perhaps it has to do with what one perceives as their own physical attracti...

It's been a little while since my last post. Deal with it. This past Saturday was my girlfriend Nichole's birthday. It also happens to be our anniversary day as well, so you can imagine we want to do it up right, which usually includes good food and alcohol. It also involves me opening up the ol' checkbook, as I have two occasions worth of presents to buy. I tend to over-do it, which is part of what makes me so awesome . We started the day with a nice, juicy hangover. I wasn't too bad off, but the night before she had decided at some point to do several back-to-back shots with people at the bar. I did a French Martini shooter, because I do not drink liquor and cannot stomach whiskey. So I go with the fruity stuff. Yeah, I roll hard. I have broken the goings-on down into sections of a sort, so if you don't care that we went to the pool, skip that part. The Morning. We were supposed to spend the day packing , which completely and totally did not happen. This was dec...