Element of chance.

Things are coming together at the office. I might actually be open in a few weeks, about 2 months late.

I am reading The Rum Diary, Hunter S. Thompson is a genius.

I had a old girlfriend contact me via MySpace. Not sure what she wants at this point, but this was a girlfriend from high school, she still looks like a hot piece of ass. Of course I got to her page and check it out, she is married and has a kid. What the fuck, thanks for getting my hopes up bitch.

I was thinking last night after I gave my father a pretty bad dressing down. I wonder if sons commonly talk as venomous as I do to my dad in a normal relationship? Probably not I suppose, but I would guess most sons haven’t watched their dad torch his family a few dozen times. Sometimes I wonder how he feels, he certainly must be aware that I don’t respect him at all.

Another reason not to have kids, when they turn on you it must be a real kick in the nuts.

Going back on the dating scene I am on one of these dating sites, and I got a nice little message from a lady on there. I responded to her, and nothing. I thought my response was nice, and was a possible conversation stimulator. I have no game even on the interwebs.

Let it ride.