Man, I wonder how kick-ass it would be to live the life of the Sporkster. I can guaran-damn-tee you that I wasn't havin' near the kind of fun at 19 that he is. Nor did I have his knowledge of alcohol. The kid's a walking bar! Sporky, you're my hero. I'm actually kind of jealous. I, at one time (and still kind of do), wanted to be a bartender. I even had one of the bartenders (the good one) at the hotel where I used to work volunteer to teach me 3 nights a week after my shifts at the front desk were over, but I moved to Florida a little while after so I never go to do it. Of course, I always had dreams of the Tom Cruise "Cocktail" bottle spinning shit. That's kind of why I want to see "Coyote Ugly". For some reason, I just dig bar movies.

Had a pretty shitty day at work today. I'd like to find the fucker that infected my damn computer with the fuckin' virus and kick his nutsac up into his frontal lobe. My computer was completely down this morning when I got here. Turns out that the programming staff had to go around to like 20 computers last night and reinstall the OS on all of them. They finished with mine about midnight and all was well, or so they thought. Spent about 3 hours today reinstalling Win98 and getting all my shit back together. Should be back to normal (or what qualifies for that in Windows World) so hopefully, no more crashes. Getting fuckin' tired of this. Good thing I don't do much work or I'd really be pissed.

Just a reminder that I'm going to be takin' the wife and a friend to Orlando tomorrow, so I probably won't update tomorrow. We're leaving around 12:30 - 1:00 and it will take about 4 hours to get up there. Then I have to drive the 4 hours back...alone. Damn, sux. Anyway, I'm not sure what time it will be when I get back and I might not be in any mood to write anything. Just have to wait and see.

Last night I'm sitting at home, chillin' in my boxers watching TV while Icebear Jr. rolls around on his play mat, the wife is on the 'puter, and Demonchild is in his room trying to stack marbles. I get it in my fat head to go to the pool, hell I'm bored. So, I round up the fam and we walk the 300 yards to the pool. The wife isn't going to swim because it's already getting dark and is rather windy so she sits aside with Icebear Jr. Demonchild and I swam though, and it was fuckin' cold. Felt great though. We swam for about ½ an hour until Demonchild's teeth started chattering and I decided we'd best go home before he gets sick. Don't know what possessed me to want to go swimming at 7:00 at night, but it was fun.

I just realized that, except for the first paragraph, this diary entry really sux ass. Guess that's as good a time as any to stop then, eh? Sure it is. Quit while you're behind. Anyway, chillen, have a good evening and Da 'Bear will talk to you all again soon. Loves ya!

"Where are we going and why am I in this handbasket?"

Icebear

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