Boring

My tattoo is going to look awful because I can’t quit picking at the scabbies. I keep saying, well if it’s already loose and I grab at it, it sorta is like it fell off, not that I picked it. Like my skin has a loophole in the definition of picking scabs.

After a flurry of work, I’m now back to sitting at my desk and hitting “refresh” on www.fark.com. Still beats getting yelled at by old drunk priest on a daily basis.

Countdown to GWO and my sister's birthday is now at 2 days…tick tock tick tock. Come on Friday.

This may go down in Just My Blog history as the most boring post ever written.