Far too long

Forgive my hiatus, but I figured I'd jump back in and enter something, eh? I find it ironic of a sort that I'm posting following another church dance, but that's the way of it. And lots has changed. Every now and then my mono rears it's ugly head, so I get laid low, but otherwise I'm in good sorts. With my gall bladder getting cut out (they wouldn't give it back the hosers!) I can't eat many sorts of foods without getting sick, so I'm dropping weight like a bad habit. And I used to complain about being busy, being involved, and shoot I used it as an excuse, but never before have I been so tied up. I even laugh at the idea that I balked at spending money for gas to visit a gal that lives a ways from me, because almost every weekend I find myself on the way to Glenview. ADVENTURE!!!! I've since taken over Chicago, ran in the rain twice, once right on the lake shore, killed ninjas, flown in an x-wing, been paralyzed from poison darts repeatedly, saved Skyrim, killed the Lord Ruler, found an illustrator, submitted for writers competitions and danced. That's right I actually danced at this last one. I dressed up as Dr. Crane from Batman Begins and no one got it, prolly because I'm still fat, and everyone guessed I was Mitt Romney. To which I replied, no I'm actually Obama. I'm stoked for Movember and NaNoWriMo next month. Be sure to check my facewebs for updates on both, I'll be trying to keep regular on that. Before I close this post, lemme tell you a story from my highschool days. At the time, my cousin Billy and I were real close, and my junior year we did a double date, where he and I took gals to each other's school dances, since he went to a different highschool. He was having a hard time finding a gal though, so we're walking about at the grocers, and he sees Jean Schmidt who goes to my school. She was kinda cute I guess, but she had a crush on me since Junior High and I found her annoying. Billy can't stop staring. She comes over and talks a bit, I try to be offhandish, Billy is being dumb, and afterwards he goes nuts. "You gotta get her to go with me!" I laughed and told the idiot to ask her himself, and think nothing more of it. A week later Billy is pounding on my door yelling at me because she turned him down. Apparently, all week Billy had been trying to talk to her and finally she said she wouldn't go with him because she's pregnant with my child! So he comes over and chews me out, and finally I go, "Billy, Jean is not my lover! She's just a girl that claims that I'm the one, but the kid is not my son!" OPERATOR OUT