It is 5:39 a.m. and dark out and a balmy 33.8 degrees. Patrick is still in bed.
I guess we should pray in church this morning for those trailer trash dummies who hate their own lives so much that they feel better when they lash out at others. Their hearts are filled with hatred and self-loathing, and they live their lives as unhappy wretches, their only goal in life to make others miserable and to find victims they can torture, to elevate their own twisted self-esteem. These are the guys that get beat up in bars alot, but never learn. To me, thier worst torture is that they have to live their lives out as morons. The rest of us live our lives in quiet desperation, grabbing what little glimpses of happiness we can find, but secure in our own self-worth.
Photo is me and Patrick at the start of our Westwood Seven Mile Hike.
GO GATORS! BEAT OSU!!
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