Today I discovered my friend, confidant, and fish, Bubba the Pacu, belly up at the bottom of my tank.

I am sad. Near heartbroken.
Bubba was a psychotic fish. Paranoid to the extreme. And possibly suicidal. The other night he jumped out of his tank. He seemed to be recovering. His water pump clogged when he ate no more then one mouthful of food. If he hadn't of eaten that one mouthful, I would have taken all of it out and fed him today. If he had intended to die, he has succeeded.

This is the final straw.
I am ready to move to texas at the end of next week, now.

As I write this, I am most illegally (by USA statute) drunk. I my parental units already know, though that's a wrath I'll face when I wake (hopefully soberer then now).

First things first: This blog is my last sanctuary against the plebes...

Second: My apologies to any I offend... Unless you are diametrically opposed to what I've said so far...

Third: I've defended my friends, without fail, and without prejudice. I've taken up their slack and sacrificed my honor...

And where is my reward? A woman to love? Neigh. Riches? Neigh. Loyalty of my peers? NEIGH. Such is my fate, but when I am drunk? TO THE NETHERS WITH MY HONOR, for none honor me when I babble...

What this is meant to say us FML.

HOLY HANNAH, 100 POSTS

Okay, so, normally this thing is like a major event in a blogs first or second year, their 100th post.

But I like to mix things up by not posting for stretches of time (spanning years) and that is no joke. I probably have one of the oldest remaining blogs on Blogspot. Well, not really, but it feels like it.

Man. Last post was in Oct. Since then, we've been... blessed... ugh... With the Obama/Biden team of... problem solvers... solvers... no... Causers, I guess, thinking that just agreeing with every greedy lib politician and making it seem like a good idea would work? Blame it on Bush! Do it! Just... God... Leave my country. This is the land of freedom, not fascism. The land of prosperity, not politics. I have to live in this country long after the baby boomer control freak politicians leave. I have to deal with the deals and policies made today long after tomorrow has come and gone.

I don't even feel comfortable being patriotic this month. I'm so... galled at what's happening.

Anyway, I'm going to try and start updating regularly (how many times have I said that?!) now and I might even try free range blogging. WiFi hotspots and all that jazz.

Okay, kids and kittens, sleep well.