I couldn't give a damn any less about what you think about my decision. I'm going to Hawaii. I don't know when, for how long, or even (and most importantly) how I'll get there. I don't know where I'll stay, what I'll do, or why I'll go. But you can be assured, I'll be there.

I'd like to go as soon as possible. Maybe just for a week or so. And if I like it, maybe I'll go for a month a little later. And to be honest with you folks, I wouldn't have any problems with deciding to stay out there.

Yeah, I know a shit ton of people love Hawaii and want to move there. It's not so bad being trendy, everyone who looks like me is my friend. Please don't hate me because I'm trendy...*

Here's the other thing. I don't think I want to spend the rest of my time out there, by any means. I'm just saying that I would like to spend a fair chunk of my life (a few years, not more) atop one funky fresh island setup.

Well, I guess that's the end of my rant.

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Not only do there need to be more topless girls walking around and hanging out, they need to start taking pictures of themselves to give to me. There aren't many who appreciate a nice set-o-boobies more than I.

I'm just sayin.

She's back. And better than ever.

Yup, that's me!! All mononucleosed. For those of you whom haven't had mono, I know what you're thinking. "Maybe I'll get mono too, it sounds kinda fun!" Let me throw this piece of a advice your way.

Don't do it. It SOUNDS like it's all fun and games... but nope.

Meanwhile, you better leave me some pretty fuckingly RAD comments while I'm all sickly and incapacitated on my pain killers.

,elihwnaeM... where, for the love of EVERYTHING, is The Dane???

Fucking, wow.

What beauty.

And also, come back Jennifer.

I wish I was an Oscar Meyer weiner.

Come back, Daney
You'll be in our hearts.
(Or, at least on our blogs.)

I must say, I miss the BlogFolk_TM more than the actual blogging itself. Don't get me wrong, I love getting my thoughts down on this electronical paper, but something about not sending thoughts back and forth with people really creates some sort of a void. I don't know really know most of them all that well, yet somehow they're just as real as the tangible, three dimensional people.

I need to start blogging again. I miss these people. Granted, I still check on their blogs, but watching someone through a window is so much different than sitting there discussing things that really haven't much of a point.

Am I rambling again?
Good.

But even further more, I need to start writing for myself again. I'm getting too pent up with ideas and rants that I need to dispose of but have no sane place to do that. I need to blow off steam, both the good, the bad, and the in-betweeners.

Hehe, I said weiner.

Here's the largest part of my problem though. Before, I had the options to get online whenever I wanted or needed. Those days were full or written words and laughter. We called the Golden Era back then, and But now, for the past few months and probably one more, I'm living at the house owned by my parents. So many restrictions here that I can't even count them. But being banned from the computer is one. So, I have to sneak online when I have the opportunity, be it here when everyone is away, or at other computers. So, I take my precious time and spend it on things like reading YOUR pages, looking up needed information, downloading a song, or looking at naked ladies gathering educational information to further my knowledge of the world and it's workings.

But here's my qualm with this entry. It's like my every other "I'm going to blog one day again, I swear it" post. I don't know why I find the need to keep that update repeatedly written here. Maybe it's not so much for the benefit of you, but for myself. I really do want to keep writing, because I truly, truly love it. But maybe I'm just lying to myself, saying that when I'm not too busy I'll get back to it... and all of a sudden, I'm 32 with a wife and kids and I don't remember ever having a "blog."

No sir, this will not happen. I have too many things to say, dammit. They've said a thousand times and it still rings true...

Nothing will ever shut this kid up.