I will try to remain my usual upbeat self here, but I swear to God; if my neighbors kid screams one more time, I am going to shoot my neighbors in the earlobe. It is not bad enough that I live next to the next Eminem wanna-be, but it sounds like he and his wife must be putting their little girl through some sort of torture chamber. Give the kid her fucking cookie and go back to playing the same repetitive phat beat that I have heard non- stop for the last 3 days.

I am calm now.

I just got done doing my taxes. It is not even April 14th and I am done. Am I turning over a new leaf? Quitting smoking, not procrastinating...I must be getting old. I did just turn 28 on Jan 3rd. To top it off, I feel like Doogie Howser sitting here typing in this blog.

Picture the blue screen:

Dear blog, today Wanda and I went shopping. Vinnie kept following us around like a sad Italian puppy dog. I think Vinnie is gay. I saw him making advances on my father in the garage when I got out of the hospital yesterday.

Enough of this nonsense. I need to do some work. Time to work on this Family Guy script I started. It is a shame that I have no idea what I want the story to be about. I have 5 minutes of fluff with no direction.

Damn it feels good to be a gangsta.