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.