Wow. Do I just have the most monotone and uninspiring voice in the world or what? I swear, in real life (realer than a phone call) I’m actually a funny guy with an expressive voice.
You wouldn’t know it from a shitty story about horses, or two rants about how Long Island makes me want to commit violence upon my self and others, or a boring story about drunk pharmaceutical reps, or another boring story about a hotel bar.
Interwebnets, I apologize to you.
If it counts for anything, I was drunk in two of those posts.
But, now I’m back, so I can get behind the keyboard and let my fingers fly, (They really do fly, you can ask my fiance. ROAR!) instead of droning into my cell-phone about how dry the chicken I had for dinner was.
Shame on me. I should have known better than to blog from the road.
