A New Year

Love is like a recently caught flounder that smells bad after time. In fact, there are many people that would argue that the smell of rotting fish and pussy are identical. In my own life I have gone from 10 parties every week and the most beautiful girlfriends and hookers imaginable. But that was predicated on my four homes, $11 million dollars and penchant for lavishing my lovers with high priced gifts.

Tonight, on New Year's Eve, I have no plans or girlfriend.

But I still feel like I have more to give. I hope that in 2008 I find a job, a good woman and make a successful move to either Las Vegas or Florida to start a new life. I still have more to offer and the final chapter of my life has yet to be written.

I am grateful to you my readers for being here each week to catch up on my life and post insane ramblings, insults and the occassional kind word. In case you are unaware, we post a new blog here once a week and I am still running for president all the while slowly piecing my life back together. Thanks to everyone at Booble, especially Bob, and Penn Jillette without whom I would probably be dead and rotting in some unmarked graveyard somewhere.

Happy New Year!