Okay. Stop and breath. I
Okay. Stop and breath. I have identified some serious holes in my knowledge. I was reading a book on network security this morning and my chin just kinda rested on the pages as I realized how focusing on enterprise routing and switching primarily over the last few years has atrophied a lot of security hooha that has suddenly become an important aspect of what I do on a daily basis now. It makes me want to sleep. I'd like to fill the gaps like Neo learned kung-fu in The Matrix. I think I've had about 3.1415926 gallons of coffee today and the blueberry bran muffin for breakfast with a chicken fried steak chaser for lunch has not helped my physical well being. I ate with Dwayne today and we went to an eatery in the tunnel system that I'd never been to before and will probably never go to again. That was the special... chicken fried steak. While it's not all and all a bad thing to eat at age 12... however, when you are pushing thirty-two (like me), eating anything that has been fully submersed in hoochie mamma hot grease long enough to saturate the once soft and probably not-so-bad-for-you breading with all the arterial magic shell that turns it into a tooth chippin' trip to an early grave is an unspoken no-no. It didn't taste good anyway. It's pretty bad when the most palatable thing on your plate was the steamed broccoli (yes, I love broccoli). How is this day not over yet!?
That’s 11.8922 liters.
You’re pushing 32?
Holy Crap Batman! I would have pegged you to be around 23-25 by your pictures.
He only posts the old pics because he knows lots of young women read this blog.
or, I could look like Sam…
heh
BASTARD!
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