At least it was supposed to be. December 19th, 2009. That was the plan back in September.
Those plans are now all snug, cozy, and cuddled up with the skeletal remains of the Titanic.
Sorry, I know. That was mean. But, hey, I am writing hard. I'm kickin' at it. B write black and all.
In happier news,
To my brother, Jason Thomas, HAPPY ANNIVERSARY OF THE DAY YOU WERE BORN, bruh!!!.
Whew! They really gotta come up with a better way of saying that. Like happy birthday, or something. Real short. Simple.
