Birthday Dumbassedness...

So Scott Pioli went to the Chiefs. Do I give a shit? Hell no! The Chiefs still suck. And if you think thats going to change anytime soon, you're out of your mind. That, or a Chiefs homer. Either way, shit is weak.

Anyhow, it's my birthday.

Things I want:

1. Happiness
2. A Steelers Super Bowl
3. Whiskey
4. World Peace...or a lifetime supply of granola
5. Whiskey
6. More notoriety for the work I do
7. Whiskey
8. A million dollars
9. Whiskey
10. To have fun

Hopefully at least #10 is attainable. Outside of that, whatever.

So yeah, I'm deciding not to post this morning. You'll have to excuse me. Every year closer to 30 makes me crankier and crankier. Whatever. I'll be around at some point soon.

The Ravens. Who [effing] needs them anyhow?

And yes, that's me in the picture there. That's Cathy (Mom), whose lap I'm sitting on. And that beer is courtesy of Uncle Jimmy (behind me and Mom with the sunglasses in his hand) - always the positive influence on my life. What a melon on that kid, huh? Good thing I grew into that shit. Cheers to that!