Been in a bit of a slump lately, down in the dumps about a few things... being too old for my Depot Cutie, giving away my skate because my knee is still thrashed (three months already, guess it'll never be 100% again), having my book turned down again by ZOG & globalist kike minions because the content is not politically correct... "YES, VIRGINIA, THERE IS SUCH A THING AS A GLOBALIST AGENDA, AND A PATRIOTIC WHITE HETERO MALE NO LONGER HAS A VOICE IN SOCIETY!!!" Meh, some of the stories were already published, so the last thing to do is strip the book down, chapter by chapter, and post each chapter (or story) on the Internet. WTF, I'll shotgun that material across the worldwide web, and to hell with the globalist trash... if I wrote a fictional autobiography about being a gay ****** who suffered at the hands of malicious (Christian) white folk, it'd be an instant New York Times bestseller, PFFFFFFFFFT. Looks like I picked the wrong dream, good thing I only wasted 25 years on it, LOL.
Thinking of going riding tomorrow or the next day, I haven't been in awhile since I've been processing bad thoughts. There's a stretch of the Maverick Trail I'd like to try, I heard it is smoother than some of the other sections. Probably take the evil pit bike this time, same bike that threw me last time I rode it, LOL. Full pads & helmet, of course, and wrist guards to boot... I'll charge up the Hero cam for this adventure, see if I can't find some new scenery for y'all, maybe an elk or two if I'm lucky.
Walked into a trucking yard this morning to pick up an application, gonna do the same tomorrow with a logging outfit in a nearby town... gotta start thinking about cash flow now that my bank reserves are diminishing. Still no lodger yet, despite running ads for what? Two months now? Three? I can't remember, but I haven't found a decent lodger yet, though I came close a couple times. I know there's one out there, maybe even two if they're the right kinda people. Relatively sane, drama-free types with some sort of steady income, so I know they can pay the goddam rent, 10-4? Conservative gun-totin' rednecks, no problem, they're just the kind I want as lodgers, LOL. House Rule #1: The cats will NOT be used for target practice!!! Truth is, they might shoot back... lately, they've been swaggering around the house with pistols on their hips, Stetsons tilted downward to shade their eyes as they puff on thin cigarros, LOL. Cue the Ennio Morricone music!!!
GOTTA RUN, TALK TO Y'ALL LATER... MAYBE I SHOULD LOOK INTO A JOB WITH THE FOLKS AT DAILY STORMER, LOL.