Happy Merry New Year HanuChristmasQuanzica

Yeah, I'm giving a shout out. Funny..people used to read this.


Well, I can't blame them for not reading. I fell off the horse. Got back on, and fell off again. Meanwhile, I found out my Father is now living as a transvestite and my mother is drinking again. There are lots of tactful advantages in the stock market, and I will never get a mortgage on my own.

I've lied to everyone in the last few months, hoarding money from the family and spending nary a cent on anyone. So I decided to spend the money I saved on fixing the car radiator which flooded the transmission. I've had to negotiate with my girlfriend about my masturbation habits. She says it cheapens the idea of sex to her, and that she feels she is competing against the sluts from our friendly internet. Will women ever understand men, and vice versa? The fact that I asked the question seems to be the answer.

We are at our wits end as a couple. I am an optimist with the sex drive of Clydesdale, and an idea for the future. "A" is the exact opposite of me, never understanding what it is she wants or needs. Never understanding why things don't go her way, and why I can't be the person she wants me to be for her. She wants a little puppy, and I am a bull-dog. Fortunate how I except her for every nasty wart, tooth and nail. Yet, I have to change because it will be better for me in the end, and hopefully when all is said and done; she will have found herself and we will walk off into the sunset. This is a great hope with a door closing by the minute.

"A" is the consummation of "Perfection imperfections". Never has a soul been so wonderfully nice and considerate and caring. Yet, so confused and lost, and unwilling. I guess I shouldn't find it so amazing as percentages play that there are far more out there. Either way there is two ends of the rope, and one will soon be met.

Regarding school, I passed biology with a C+ and my Literature class with an A. I will never forget my Italian Professor's ass in Biology class. She may have been 40-50 years of age, but her accent imbued her derriere, which in my mind, begged for my attention. Thank God that class is over, as she spelled phonetically in her power point presentation, as well as tell the class that there was no DNA in hair. Only protein?!?! My Literature Professor was actually the greatest teacher I've ever had so far in my college career. He spoke with passion, and actually got me interested in reading titles that are worthwhile to read.

In regard to work, I am now doing a new study for cardiac transplant patients that may allow them to never need to have a cardiac tissue biopsy ever again. If test bloods that I collect can show that the patient is rejecting a heart, you will never again need to have a stint run through your body and into your heart, removing heart tissue. Sounds like a good thing.

Merry Xmas - Happy New Year - And all that good stuff.

Beo