Wow.

Hmmmm, it's been a while since my last post. When was the last one? Jesus, the 25th. And that wasn't even a real post, it was a cop-out post. Sorry about that.

Anyway.

Weekend in Galena (Galeena? Fuck.) was incredible. Outdoor Hot Tub + Winter Time + Booze + Stoagies = Fantastic.

The crew that went to this amazing 5 bedroom 4 bathroom (two of those bathrooms are MASTER BATHROOMS HOLY SHIT) was myself, Bob, Paul, Tim, and Jim. The second night we were there we had the deepest conversation I have ever been envolved in. We talked about anything and everything. I can definitly say that we are all better friends after this past weekend. Even without the anal sex.

Wow, you all better KNOW that that was a joke.

Ah yes, and for those of you who were carefully following my love life/lack there of, read this wonderful little part two to the story begun in early December:

FreestyleFat Ass: i told this big black chick named tia that i liked the hot girl
FreestyleFat Ass: --silly me for forgetting that black women love to gossip almost as much as jewish women--
FreestyleFat Ass: anyway
FreestyleFat Ass: so tia goes right ahead and tells this girl that i like her
FreestyleFat Ass: and the girls tells tia that she only likes me as a friend because she already has...
FreestyleFat Ass: 2 BOYFRIENDS.
FreestyleFat Ass: 2
FreestyleFat Ass: two.
FreestyleFat Ass: dos
FreestyleFat Ass: II
FreestyleFat Ass: to
FreestyleFat Ass: too
FreestyleFat Ass: so...
FreestyleFat Ass: fuck that.

(The preceding was extracted from the one-sided IM conversation I had with Paul's away message.)

It's not that I'm complaining. It's actually kinda nice to be able to sit back and realize that I don't have to deal with a lot of the bullshit that I see other people who are in and between relationships dealing with. Of course, one gains useful life experiences from that same bullshit. This whole thing is more or less one of those "I'm just identifying the problem, not begging for a solution" things. Whatever though.