DaytonCIM's Journal: Saturday Night is for Fighting

Or something like that... Could be for just sitting on your couch and drinking expensive beer. Maybe. It's, just that, well things are funky all over.

New job.

Was supposed to kick start my ass to do more. More adult shit. But, well that hasn't worked out at all. Though, now that my garage doesn't resemble Sanford and Sons, I think I can light up my heavy bag come morning.

Time slips right fast. Straight toward that big fucking black hole in the sky. Yeah, this entry is really, really REALLY positive. Should have slapped a rated R on it's arse.

So, here we are. Sitting on the precipice of deceit and... Whoa! What the fuck!? That was not me. No no no.

My beer is getting warm, so I will make this short: love the one you're with. Bwaahahahahahah!

Out.

The Flotsam and Jetsam cover

[stoolpigeon]

of Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting is my favorite.