The boys are back in town!

Not much to report here, I'm sorry to say. Went out for a few drinks at my local this Friday with Mish and Jerkface. Sadly, it was full of crazy idiots, like the one guy who likened his own face to a Big Mac.

My 21st birthday is at the end of this month and it's making me nauseous just thinking about it. Other than a couple close friends meeting up for a few drinks, I doubt I'll be getting up to mischief. Everyone else I care about is either up north or on the other side of the bloody world. Fat lot of good YOU people are, psh.

Seriously though, I'm dreading this birthday. I get to thinking about where I've been, where I'm at, where I'm going, and always end up at the same conclusion: I can't NOT slap my knee when I start ullulating 'Cotton-eyed Joe.' It's a real existential buzzkill, but it sure builds an appetite for moonshine, chitlins, and gumbo. And cutoffs, because I look mighty fine in dem jeans, boy. Note: That last one isn't me. I WISH!

OH! Speaking of birthdays...

HAPPY belated 28th BIRTHDAY TO AN OLD FAVOURITE, RECON!

Please go and leave some love on his blog, or else I'll eat your first-born. He's one of the most genuine people I know, and I'm very proud to call him my mate. Cheers, Erik!