In a couple of hours I am going to be 28 years old. It's not like 28 is a true landmark age, not like 30. Still, I try to think of what I have done with my life and I'm not sure of how much I score on my own self-assessment.
I have my son, Aidan, the person I hold dearest in the world, above anyone or anything and who has given me enough to be proud of before his fifth birthday. If I am ever truly concerned with anything as grandiose-sounding as a legacy, whatever genetic gifts I have passed on, or have been a conduit for, to him would be legacy enough.
I have some excellent friends, fine upstanding young men all, except for the ones that aren't...which means you and you and you, you skunts. You know yourselves and will most likely be the ones commenting on this post, so fuck off in advance.
Regarding female companionship, it is enough to say that I've been rescued from the mire for now and it is what it is and although the kinks still need to be worked out, we good for now.
All in all, it's not a bad life. I get to do my professional projects, work on my writing from Oasis Cafe, break bread with some good people, get inebriated on occasion, play video games with my son which makes me a cool fucking father in my book, and have some occasional quiet time with a good woman...life isn't bad at all.
I have my son, Aidan, the person I hold dearest in the world, above anyone or anything and who has given me enough to be proud of before his fifth birthday. If I am ever truly concerned with anything as grandiose-sounding as a legacy, whatever genetic gifts I have passed on, or have been a conduit for, to him would be legacy enough.
I have some excellent friends, fine upstanding young men all, except for the ones that aren't...which means you and you and you, you skunts. You know yourselves and will most likely be the ones commenting on this post, so fuck off in advance.
Regarding female companionship, it is enough to say that I've been rescued from the mire for now and it is what it is and although the kinks still need to be worked out, we good for now.
All in all, it's not a bad life. I get to do my professional projects, work on my writing from Oasis Cafe, break bread with some good people, get inebriated on occasion, play video games with my son which makes me a cool fucking father in my book, and have some occasional quiet time with a good woman...life isn't bad at all.
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Well, this particular skunt would like to offer you a post hoc chance to kiss my ass.
Always remember that Oasis doesn't serve bread with condensed milk. So, be sure that the next time you're there to break bread that you're always cognizant of who is around, lest some crazy character break on your bread.
Only the audacious Silver Dragon...by the way, I believe the practice you're referring to is known in the more prestigious British public schools as soggy biscuits...
I'd never heard of soggy biscuits before, and I'm totally grossed out now that I've googled it.
Fuck you too "Johnson"!
Oh, best wishes on your not so important landmark...
Cheers!
I thought that all you PC boys were very well versed in soggy biscuits, some of you got it down to 30 sec.
Anyhow have a good day and give yourself a "Special Present"
Is that where the President's College tradition derived from? What did you call it there? Soggy pumpkin?
Is b/day you been celebrating up in Libra party?
Yeh I saw a couple people that looked like you.. head was so screwed I couldn't tell who was who.
Stolid...if I was standing next to a tall smug, looking Indian chap with a hint of hardness in his hair, then it was me...
Ugh.. all I remember from that night is of the two guys that looked like you, one had on a white shirt, the other had on a long sleeve grey jersey.
I also remember how unattractive Timika Marshall is and how sweet Guyanese women can be... excluding Timika.
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