I Ain't Dead

Nor have I lost my mind, spending skads of cashola on mystics and big hand people in search of Rob's spirit.
I'm sure he's busy, what with etereal, topless chickas to chase 'round in the heavens.

No folks, I've been busy, preppin' for the new school year.
I had to collect 2398730 some-odd text books, workbooks, study guides, computer programs, and majikal chalk in order to further my heathen's home-schoolin' edumacation.
He came with, possessed with the enthusiasm of one headed for a root canal, sans anesthesia.
Whateverrrr.
"You didn't think I was gonna carry all that crap, did ya'?!"

Now, if I could bottle and market "Teenage Angst and Sulk" as an alternate fuel source, my life would be gravy.
But I can't. And it ain't. And all that stuff costs money.
My charm goes nowhere at the "Land of Old Maids" (aka "Education Station"), so I hadda go "get wet" a few times.

Oh, and I made CANDY! POUNDS of it! For a yummy MARINE!

I'll share later.
De-prunin' to be done in da coonass crib.

Hope all you bloggy people are doing well, 'cause Lord knows, I haven't had time to check.

Peace!