Posted 01:36 by Tycho

Morning folks...me yet again...

I'm bored. Should get sleep, because I'm heading out in a few hours with my friends. Going to eat at Umbertos...finally going to get to try out their pizza...supposed to be out of this world...

But I'm not quite tired yet, and I'm not feeling particularly well right now due to several factors. I'm cranky and bitchy. And I feel like bitching. So here I am, bitching about bitching. Fucking ram-happy Z-95's. Next time you pull shit like that, you're eating twin advanced-fucking concussion missiles you sorry piece of shit. Now get the hell out of my crosshairs before I shoot you down like the sorry bastard you are.

Right now, I'm talking with Chris about how and why life sucks. Hey, I said I was in a bitchy mood. Life is pain. Pain is the only way we know we are alive and then the guy leaned out around the corner, and I zeroed my M-1 and blew his brains out. It was a great shot, you should have been there. I guess I'm just in an assholish mood because I've done nothing the past 3 days...absolutely nothing except waste valuable vacation time away. And having nothing to do is bad for me, because then I start to think. And once I start thinking, eventually I worry about things. Once I start to worry about things, I dwell on them, despite the fact that some of the events are in the past.

Oh well, there I go bitching and moaning again. Sorry guys, I'm just really tired, and my mind processes are blown out of space and my dogfighting skills are waning, yet I still made that interceptor eat four barrels of canned laser whoopass! It launched one of those thrice damned missiles at me, and I hit the rudder and did a slideslip to port while turning starboard, shot it down, did the Immelman maneuver and then a Split-S, got on it's tale, and blew that motherfucker away! One less asshole out to get me. Four million more to go. Bring it on.

Well, that reminds me of a toast Bill and I made at New Year's, shortly after midnight, just before we started to head home.

Bill: "To another year of suffering and pain."

Me: "Here's to a new year that is going to suck and make the old one look like fun."

Bill and I then look at each other.

Both of us: "BRING IT ON!" *knuckle punch*

Aye, that is our new attitude towards life. Bring it, bitch. Pile the shit as high and as deep as you want. We're gonna keep coming back for more, until we die.

As mentioned in the historical documents: Never give up. Never surrender.

You know what? Life kicks ass. I love it.