Damon Harris (hombre) wrote,
Damon Harris

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Heil, I have received your transmission!!

Greetings, fellow dwellers of the internet!

I trust you've not been acting like dirty heathens during my regular hiatus from the blogosphere! The last time I came back, I found that you had left your sweaty soiled gym-socks on my living room coffee table. Shame on you. You better not have drank all my beer, otherwise I'd be upset something fierce! And believe you me, this is 5'7" of terror you do NOT want. I'm just kidding, you know I can't stay mad at you. Seriously though, stay out of the fridge.

While adding to my mason jar toe-jam collection last fortnight, I had an epiphany that hit me like the burning fury of an out of control stock-car careening over the protective fence at a NASCAR event. Yes, I realized that I should really be utilizing something as a creative outlet (Other than shooting damn dirty zombies, Resident Evil 4 style). This also means my prized toe-jam collection will soon be available on eBay.

So, once again, I've come crawling back to you people. As I have many times before, I will try to attempt to fill up this empty white box with diatribes of crap on a semi-regular basis. Starting today!

Rather than getting all the details lathered up in vegetable oil, and trying to slide them into your brain via a funnel apparatus in your ear, I'll just say not much has changed. Apart from the fact that I will be a homeowner within the next 10 weeks, not much has changed at all.

Yes, this means I will be moving. Again. I have a love/hate relationship with moving. The last 4 times I moved, I hated it. The only ray of sunshine, and potential love, in the vacant and cold cave that is the idea of moving, would be that I will no longer have a roommate. Or at least no longer have a roommate who's idea of a party is back to back to back World of Warcraft sessions mixed in with online poker, and a monumental buffets of Kraft Dinner 4 times a week. (The leftovers of which will sit on the stove in the pot for 5-10 days, because I boycott cleaning that shit. At this point he will put the pot in the sink and fill it full of water, and let that sit there for another 5 days. I dare not venture into the kitchen without a full set of flares, a machette, pickaxe, BBQ apron, tranquilizer gun, and a welding helmet)

So needless to say, a change of venue is needed. Sans-slob. To put it in perspective for the teeming-masses, I'll take some pictures of the beast in it's natural habitat. Come to think of it, I'm going to get on that right now.

Stay tuned, kiddies!

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