Faithful Pizza by the Hour

Yes, it's true. I eat it by the hour. It burns my tongue, it clogs my pours and at times my butt. But, I still love to eat pizza. It will be the end of me. As I age into nothingness, I started realizing there are only a select few in this world that we really become life longs friends with. Idiots. Regardless of the humbling experience of only having a few friends you can bet they'll be there. I had pizza today with some very good friends. Yes, they paid.

I had pizza for lunch and breakfast, so I am waiting for the aftermath. It may become clear. Kind of like putting your forearm on a cheese grater (not grader, I just assume it's good coming out of the package) and wittling away as well as squeezing lemon juice all over it for immediate results....It's gonna bite later.

Goodbye cruel cheese.

The Bucks Stop Here

I now live in Wisconsin. What a trip! I started a LLC called Shoemark Solutions, LLC. I plan on doing Microsoft SQL Server stuff for a while. I have three clients initially. I hope to increase that number, but we'll see if that happens. I have pretty much seen the majority of my family. Especially the people I didn't want to see. Anyone reading this can decide whether that last statement was true or not. I have yet to visit my old employer. I will be doing that most likely this week or next. No money as of yet. Stressful yet satisfying. Pretty much like opening a starburst. Intense poop.

P.S. The leaves are starting to turn a bit. Fall is coming. I live in the Ghetto, so looking at leaves is all the pleasure I can afford.