And Now Another Opportunity For You To Learn From My Mistakes

Hey guys...

Man, it has been a while since I have posted, so long in fact that I have forgotten the password to the site. I'd like to tell you a short semi-summary of a tale in the form of an advisory so that you may derive some kind of learning from the woeful puzzle that, jumbled, is my life.

Advice:

If you accidentally tell the girl you're dating that you're going to make an awesome Christmas present for her...

You had better deliver a fucking awesome present. That shit doesn't need to be better than an Astronaut's parade or anything, but it had best look like you spent some time on it. If you accidentally run out of time, and the gift you do end up giving her instead resembles something you could have easily picked up at a gas station (despite all the thought and effort you actually put into it), well...let's just say you won't necessarily have a girl to give a gift to when Valentine's Day rolls around (for some of you, this might actually be a relief!).

Lesson to be learned: Just don't tell your girl anything. Stay tight lipped and do nice things for her all the time as a surprise. No, she won't necessarily notice when you find tiny screws and use them to fix her broken sunglasses, or when you walk on the side of her that faces the street so that she'll never get splashed by passing cars, but at least when she dumps you for supposedly being thoughtless, you will know that you gave it your best. The world is a cold, dark place, and it hurts especially badly when one of those bright flames lighting up your life, which you've tried to shelter from so much exhausting unpleasantness, turns around and burns you (I was gonna finish up this previous sentence with something upbeat, but I can't think of anything at the moment. For any of you left out there who like to comment, why not try finishing it for me?)

I asked one of my managers today why she gets out of bed each morning. It took her a while to find answer, but in the end she decided that each day was valuable because it was another opportunity for her to try and be a better person. So I'll keep reaching for the stars (more like reaching for that ideal cookie jar on top of the fridge), and you can all learn from me which steps on the ladder are topple-safe and which ones are pivot-points of disaster.

Later kids! Happy Holidays!

-WJ

Posted by Whiskey Johnson on Thursday, December 27, 2007 at 11:43 PM
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Sunday Night Throw Down!

Hey dudes, Black Irish here (formerly known as "Redfield"...I've been renamed!) reporting on a night of fun provided by our favorite Jacks (Jukon Jack & Mr. Daniels). Here are a couple of pictures (I was the camera man so no pictures of me tonight!)

Posted by Whiskey Johnson on Monday, December 17, 2007 at 12:58 AM
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