...well you should. Because they are.
It's been a trying few weeks here in the life of l'il 'ol me. Lots has happened, lots hasn't (if that makes sense) and a whole lotta tears have been shed.
Mostly because I am a big fucking baby. But partly too because life just seems to have a way of being a fucking dickhead and I am a perfect target.
Its now two days after my dreaded birthday and I made a decision when I woke up this morning: NO MORE LETTING THIS SHIT GET ME DOWN. I am yelling that to stress how determined I am. No, seriously. I'm gonna do it. I am going to show the world that you can't push me around even if you are twice my size and have muscles and maybe a really loud voice and perhaps an entourage of bouncer like guys with brass knuckles and baseball bats.
So, back to the usual here at A Life Less Ordinary: Time to start sharing the hilarious stories that just seem to happen to me on a regular basis. No more whining, moping, crying, and most definitely no more of these depressing woe-is-me posts that have magically dropped my readership by 7264359%.
Back to me. Back to living. Back to being the strong, tough kid everyone expects. I like me this way.
Truck Breaks and the Joy of Missing Parts. - Today it warmed up to a balmy 50 degrees. So we decided it was time to work on the truck breaks. Since you know, we had already ran all new break lines and...