this is quite tragic i know, but who's counting? oh yeah... me.

it seems as though i've been reduced to nothing more than a once a month(ish) blogger with nothing of substance beyond an apology for not having anything of substance or any time to write. we all know that's a load of shit and i'm become that person who turns on the computer to check email then quickly escaping back to the couch so as not to miss any of the current episode of "i love money" or "no reservations" or whatever reality crap-show that has me hooked at the moment. when really, i should quit acting like a little bitch and go back to the reason i started this thing in the first place. my daughter. if nothing else, she deserves it! i mean, for christ's sake, she is now potty trained, going to dance class and speaking so clearly that she has become the child that anyone with an almost 3 year old would be jealous of. but how would you know any of that? it's not like i'm catching any of this on film to show the world. like any good father would. fuck, i don't even know if flickr would still recognize my login and password if i tried. so this will be my attempt to use the balls i have and step up to the plate and get this going again. at least till i hit post #100. hell, it's only 7 away. so i say to myself-- why not? and i answer-- because i'm fucking tired. tired from working two jobs, semi-raising a kid and trying to open a restaurant. it's quite tragic i know, but who's counting? oh yeah... me.

# 100... here i come!