First it rained and rained and rained.  Then I took ill.  I like saying things like I took ill and not that I got the flu and was about to shit myself and then came down with a terrible fucking debilitating cold that is irritating as hell.  At any rate, I knew I was getting sick and my sister's solution was to start drinking whiskey to combat the physical demons.  I mean, really, what's the difference between NyQuil and half a bottle of Jack Daniels?  I'm probably going to need to drink about as much of both and at least with Jack Daniels I can mix it with ANYTHING and it will taste better than stupid NyQuil.  I guess that means I should just go to bed and wake up early rather than stay up all night and write stupid reviews because I am sort of fucking dying.  I guess this is the price you pay for awesomeness.    

I never hate when guys I am flirty with read my blog until they question me about the fact that I have written about other guys.  Here is the thing, even if I am dating someone, I will always write about other guys on here and probably never write about them.  The only time I write about guys on here is after they are gone or if I hate them and do not know how to break it to them that the sex is great and dealing with them is like dating a rock.  In fact, when I am dating someone I barely admit we are dating.  If I do write about him on here it's usually because he does not know about my blog and even if he does I refuse to tell him the url.  I remember one idiot I dated was like BUT WHY CAN'T I KNOW ABOUT YOUR BLOG?  This was way back when I had the old one and I had to be like BECAUSE I SAY NO!  And eventually he went searching and found it.  I guess when you refer to someone in a degrading way to an audience of readers they fucking hate you.  By doing this I realize I am writing about the guy that started all this by-proxy, but I also know this is not how he wanted to be written about.  Oh fucking well, now I have written about you Justin so I guess this is where you get to be more important than like 765% of the guys I deal with, but seriously, what you said made me think and thinking makes me write so don't take it personally like writing about you makes me want to kill babies or anything.  

Wowzers, here is an unrelated and obtuse subject change, it is a weird phenomenon, when your parents start to get older and you start to get older and  everything feels like it shouldn't be growing so fast, so quickly.  My youngest sister is 8-years-old and I like to have her tag along when I do things most of the time because I enjoy her perspective.  But I also have to admit that I really like that she is a super tiny version of me that says absolutely introspective things and is a tiny asshole when she wants to be.  I also realize none of this has any flow and I should probably talk about this one time I set some dude's hotel room on fire after I did all his blow and got escorted out of the hotel and asked never to return by a security guard that looked like he should be called Biff.  But I rather enjoy walking with her, dragging my dog alongside me in a red wagon to get coffee.  That's really the best part of my day.