it's one in the morning and i'm drunk.

again.

drunk blogging.

it's just like the regular blogs, just a little slower.

i sat down to type with absolutely nothing to say. i was gonna answer some of your questions but i forgot what they were. it's good to see there's still readers out there, though. sometimes i wonder.

sometimes i wonder why you people read these things.

i don't even know what i'm doing.
i'm a 35 year old failure. i was mistaken today for a homeless person.

yesterday, i was on the golf course and i diarrhead in my pants. we drove to the bathroom which was luckily near the next tee. i went in and locked the door and begin cleaning myself up. it hadn't got on my shorts yet so i took off my underwear and threw them in the trash. there was a roll of paper towels handy so i bent over and begin the cleaning process.

just as i was good and bent over, a hornet landed on my ass and stung the shit out of me.


another small window into my life.

i hope you enjoyed it.

i'll try to answer some of your questions later.

take me home boys...
i think i'm drunk,

scott