Holy Jesus! Where the eff have I been?

Hey, what's happening mah blizzog? Been a while, I know...What? What's with the look? So what, I go away without talking to you or calling you or even giving you a second though for 2 whole weeks and now I'M the bad guy who deserves the cold-shoulder silent treatment? Well thats fucking just great. What are you, like 3? Oh, now you want to talk..Uh no, I really DON'T have to expalin myself to you, but I'm going to anyways, but not cause you threatened me. First off, I went to New-Found-Land (and hold up/brake screech/sidenote, lemme tell ya I just LOVE people who pronounce it this way...LOVE, fuckers) to see one of my bestest pals get all hitched up. To a lady. Forever. I also seemed to have been entered in some fucked up reverse triathalon where you're forced to drink like 20 beers, spin around till dizzy, sleep for 20 minutes and then snowshoe up a mountain. I'm not totally sure though, its all kind of a blur.

Then I came back from that winter wonderland of cool Canadian ice, (and the cool Canadian beer thats been chilling in said ice since we got back to the motel for the after hours party like 5 hours ago. I had really better go check on those, cause if you aren't careful, those'll freeze up on you and just explo...Ah, for fucks sakes! The beers've frozen up and exploded!) to hot as fuck Dallas, bird flu in tow. Lemme tell ya, this last week has been wicked. High five air guitar solo but the opposite of that.

Anyways, heres a drawlin' I did. It symbolizes my struggle to open up emotionally to the people in my life. The soul of a man encased in a metal body that is unable to give, or recieve, love in any form. And the chain-arm ball-mace weapon thingy symbolizes mans inhumanity to man.