Not finding much to rant about as of late.

The past few days I feel like I’m in a weird Prozac haze where i find everything to be gray, nothing to be interesting and pretty much blaize about everything. The odd part is i gave up Prozac a long time ago and i am usually a loud mouth opinionated jack ass.  

 Getting back home from Buenos Aries has sucked more than i anticipated.  What ever inspiration i had was left with on the plane along with my favorite head phones.   I think somebody has cut off my balls when i was sleeping. My sack is chained up in some back alley safety deposit box with all of my other talents and expectations.

 

To further my half ass ways, Lost starts tonight, so instead of doing interesting things, like going out to drink heavily , chasing girls  of ill repute or actually trying to write something of substance. To further my geekdom and lack of finding thing inspiring, tonight i am going to have my hetero sexual life partner and his butt buddy over to watch 3 hours of Lost.  

 

I might top it off with a viewing of the 1st Lord of the Rings after they leave.  I might even bake some cookies. 

 

My apologies for sounding like cry baby bitch.  

 

I expect a full recovery after this weekend filled with UFC, beer and the Super Bowl.