WOW I guess im making up for all the missed blogs although im not a blogger. My Jets are unbelievably a heart attack waiting to happen. Holy Shit they just make everything so difficult. Why is it that I remain a Jets fan? I know I like underdogs but damn my jets take the cake. This is probably the hardest thing for me to swallow on Sundays becaust the alcohol consumsion doesnt bother me at all. To top of the Jets and their fuckery, my alcohol spilt on my bed. :( that just sux cuz its a waste of alcohol. As my mother has always said "don't cry over spilt milk" Although as a child I chose not to listen, I sure retained a lot of my teachings. lol goes to show you can be a deviant and turn out right. Fucking JETS...I don't even know anymore. Im rambling on and im done for now.

Here watching my Jets make it a little harder for them to find their way into the playoffs. Unfortunately, although the Jets find ways to make me cringe and curse, I have my mind wondering all over the place about all sorts of stuff. Trying to figure out some things and just don't have anyway of doing so. The lack of confidence in others to be able to help due to differences in views leaves me with myself, talking to myself. Call it crazy if you want but I'm the only one that can understand but yet give myself some sort of contrast to the ways of thought that occurs in my head. I am not upset, depressed or at all frustrated. So what's the point of this blog? Eh I dunno. I have recently opened up my snow boarding season and am ecstatic. :D

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