Neglect.

I apologize to you (the faithless reader) for my lack of ambition lately. You see, I've fallen off the wagon. With school started and having to drive MINI ME everyday, life just hasn't been very exciting.
Beyond the fact that I have been sick as a dog the past two weeks...
Still..
Not very good excuses to not be blogging.

I think that my body was so used to profusely sweating everyday that once I drastically reduced my rides, it rebelled. Needless to say, I am going to join the gym tomorrow and start back on the track to sweating and then in turn being healthy once again.
In the mean time I'm sitting here at work bouncing on my big red exercise ball trying to keep the phlegm from flying.

My head feels like I am swimming in a vat of water.. Every time I swallow it sounds like someone is turning a lamp switch on and off in my brain. Oh yeah! AND,I really have grown fond of coughing! I have decided that the only real way to get that stubborn stomach flab off is to cough excessively.. Everyday, ALL day, and for an added bonus, at least 50 times at night.
MINI ME keeps telling me that I have the BLACK LUNG. I've kinda grown fond of that name and am considering changing.
Oh, BTW, It's MINI ME's 17th B day today. WOW!!!
I can't believe that I am SO fucking close to freedom!!!!
The light at the end of the tunnel is becoming more like the sun everyday. Hey! I can even consider buying both MY LITTLE BLACK RAIN CLOUD and MINI ME luggage for X mas. Speaking of which, since MLBRC has turned 18 she has decided that she can do what ever the hell she wants. Including getting tatted up. (Oh what a dark road she is headed down...) Ha hA ha Ah HA hA HA!!! I keep having dreams of her serving drinks in some dank bar with a stripper pole. Oh well. I don't suppose it's the end of the world if she's covered in tattoos. I'm still gonna love her. Hell, Shit, the girl already has blue fricken hair and her nose is pierced.. Whats a few tats added into the mix, right????

N E Whoo... Back to my freedom. YEEEAAhhh HAAA!!!! I have these brief (VERY BRIEF) moments of nostalgia, thinking about what I'm gonna do once the girls are gone. Then I come to my senses and start planning my escape.