enjoy yourself bitches...cuz i'm Rick James...

in the event that any of you think that because you have an irish ass last name, you are guaranteed a good St Pat's: YOU LOSE!

i am under the strong belief that Dave and i proved that a reilly and a kilkenney, as mick as we may be, can find a way to lose out on the national day of alcoholism. shit, i don't even think steve drank. you see, we managed to put down a decent number of rounds; eneough to put us over the edge on any other day, yet neither of us ever got on an acceptable buzz. most of which puts our situation to blame in itself. one, we were missing steve, a vital piece of the puzzle when making an attempt to take our partying beyond the bounds of good taste. and i mean that as a compliment bitches. really, dave and i have no problem on our own, but the more the merrier and so on. i guess we had an ok time, but not near what the day had been planned to be.

breakfast for 2: $ i forgot

a few beers, and a couple irish car bombs: $ i forgot

finding out that the Ohio State Department of Corrections has nothing to do with rehabilitation: PRICELESS

PS: BITCHES

didn't know i'd be labled a terrorist. for darin' to speak my mind. it's becoming more precarious for failin to tow the line. and what i believe in, sounds like freedom to me...

you've heard it all. stand.com, truth.com and all the other good for nothing .org's who want respect for all unalienable rights, continue to preach about smokers ruining their petty stupid lives. i have one thing to say to all of you: FUCK OFF! we here at YouLose Inc. also believe in respecting the rights of others. however, i happen to be an avid SMOKER. though i respect the needs of the non-smoking community, and do everything in my power to come to a compromise, i am not making an ill-fated attempt to get the world to light up. unlike those on the opposite side of the fence who insist that RJ Reynolds is as bad a man as Pablo Escobar. hell, i kinda like Escobar... if i had the resources, and the motivation, F'n A i'd be a drug dealer.

at long last, not sooner than touring at least 5 dilapidated shantees; we bought a house. condo, in fact. it's just what we need, no yardwork, no attic or basement for collecting things that we have no use for, and just enough space for living. the 'rents seem to like it. mostly, i think they're mainly excited that we finally will have a place of our own, though, my parents seem excited about the fact that it's not only in move-in condition, and it's simply someplace they'd call a nice place to live. as for moms and jen, i'll just say that the interior decorating decisions are being made, yet, the jury's still out on the whole color combination thing.