Number 2

I've been wondering whether to keep this anonomous or not; most of the things I plan to put in here will be day-to-day stuff. If anyone I know reads this they will probably be able to figure out who it is. Fuck it, this for me anyway. Enough navel-gazing.
I'm doing this to try to sharpen my writing skills. My grades in first semester law school were less than stellar, so I may as well have a backup. The thing is, I am able to make a living wage if need be. For over 10 years I was an auto mechanic. I did not love it. I would rather not go back to it. So this is my window of opportunity, and by god, i'm going to take it.
About myself: 43, married, one boy with current wife, 2 girls by ex-wife. I'm in pretty good shape by anyone's standards and want to keep it that way. It's funny, my mom sent me an email with some joke about a guy whose wife bought him a membership at a gym. He keeps a log for a week, each day he gets more sore, and it comes through in his comments. I know it's supposed to be funny, but I LIKE the soreness attached with a workout. It tells me I've accomplished something. I guess this makes me a humorless mf-er; only when it comes to that, though. Otherwise, I have a great sense of humor. No, really. My sister-in-law calls me a workout Nazi. Maybe she's right. Heil sit-ups.
Got to work on my appellate brief.

here's your hat, what's your hurry

Thought I'd give this a try. The title? Frank Zappa was asked what he was going to name his forthcoming child (I forget which one), and he replied, "Clint Eastwood if it's a girl, Burt Reynolds if it's a boy." I thought it was funny. Yeah, whatever. Fuck you, too.
Oh, and yes, I am going to use that kind of language.