Tail Between The Legs.

My office has been my home as of late, and my home has become little more than a place to sleep and punch the clown. Initially I really embraced this crazy time at my company, but I'm losing friends as a result of these long hours. And that's not a joke along the lines of "close your legs, man - you're losing friends". I mean I'm literally dropping in the popularity rankings among many of my peeps. So if you've been personally left miffed by my M.I.A. meanderings, I do sincerely apologize like you read about. Which is certainly uncanny because you're reading about it right now.

I'm only trying to get ahead in life. Just trying to get a jetski to go along with that dock. Frantically trying to pay off my unemployment credit card indiscretions from 4 years ago. Tired of paying to live in someone else's house. Sick to death of riding around in my friend's cars when I don't even own a skateboard. And while I am proud of my successes in the last few years, and thankful that I am capable of keeping my nose to the grindstone in this manner, it's not worth damaging that which I hold most dear.

Those of you for whom this was written know who you are. You're not a chick, you're not a casual acquaintance and you're officially off the back burner should you still care. I don't like to get too personal on this ridiculous site, but I fucked up last weekend and I know it.