Maybe NOT so Angry

So I guess it's been a while.

I sort of forgot that I had this little forum for my angry little rants.

I mean, I could've blogged about the Cowboys/Eagles game in which they got the snot beat out of them... instead of drinking my face off and challenging some dude to TWO car bombs... on a Sunday night when I had to work the next day. It was especially fun and embarassing since I gave the guy my number and then saw him again at the very same bar a couple weeks later. I pretended like I didn't remember. That very well could've been plausible. I drank a LOT that night. Crap.

I could've blogged about the AWESOME day where everyone was trying to blame me for things that weren't my fault. But I went to the gym instead. Apparently, I only worked out my right arm, as discovered by one of the many lovely gentlemen I met this weekend in NOLA. He asked me to make a muscle. Let's say it was a sad showing at best. I'm like WAIT! I DO HAVE A MUSCLE! TRY THIS ARM! Sad. Just sad. It very much leaves me to wonder how my right arm got so much stronger... this is curious.

At any rate- this gentleman- and his friend... we'll call them Gus and Shawn- are the reason I am back here blogging today. I'll start by saying we met them at a bar on Decatur Street in New Orleans while watching the Superbowl. That might be the best, most revealing set of details you'll get about this encounter in this blog... because this blog is about being angry. Right?

I can't really remember how it came up that I had blogs (yes, there are 3 of them- but apparently one of them is violating the terms of service. huh.) but as the discussion went on and they promised they were going to come read and comment, (liars) I started to think. You know, I haven't written much of ANYTHING- at any point recently.

HOW did that happen? Writing has always been a fundamental piece of who I thought I was... but with all the busy busy of this job- traveling, report writing... and all of the "extra curricular" activites (drinking and saving the world, that sort of thing) I have just cut writing out of my life altogether.

So the bottom line is- I'm angry at MYSELF- for falling away from the things that I love- letting the rest of my life crowd out what's important to me. Hell, I can't remember when the last time I saw my family was! Except for Sarah, since I got that new TV, she is missing shows just so she can watch them at my place. I know it. ;)

So that's it. No more Ms. Nice Girl (wow, I sound like a douche.)... I'm going to try to be angrier.