I know, I know. I haven't done anything on this since like September. But you know what, some shit went down. I'm sorry. I'm neglectful. And when you neglect a poor little blog it can just plain up and die. But I'm not giving up on this. I moved to California. Big deal. My laptop is functional and cooking up my lap parts as we speak. Why not continue to maintain a quirky autobiography? Exactly. Why the ;@$%*! not. That's right. That's RIGHT.
I'm back, baby. And you're just going to have to deal with it.
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All stories, tales, anecdotes, scripts, reviews, ramblings, dreams, biased accounts, exaggerations, quoted song lyrics, half-stories, half-truths, blatant lies, and fictitious/nonfictitious memories alike are the property of Travis H. Curran and T.H.C. Inc. All legal rights to said items are property of T.H.C. Inc. Any unauthorized duplication is a federal offense and will be punished by a 150,000 dollar fine, paid directly to Travis Curran, or he will tie you to a tree and tickle your feet with a feather until you laugh so hard you cry and then he'll do it some more until you can hardly breathe, then he'll punch you in your solar plexis and you'll lose what little breath you had and then he'll kick you in the shins real hard but you can't scream because your lungs are empty, then he'll put honey on your chest and leave you for wild animals to come by and lick it off you, like that one scene from Heavyweights.
GOD, I love that movie.
GOD, I love that movie.
2 comments:
If you start this blog again...,
I suppose things are better than ever!!!!
Thank fucking christ.
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