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303/365 – You Are Our 300th Customer!!!

(09-02-2012 — EDITORS NOTE — Because of a numbering fiasco (see Aug 31 Post) This is not the 300th post.  It’s the 301st. Ugh)

HOLY COW!

Do you realize I’ve been writing this blog consecutively for 300 days?  Do you?

Well, welcome to 300, Spartans.  Tonight we dine in . . . tonight we done at home!  With some left over chicken and Sargento cheese!  Maybe a diet root beer if there’s any left.  Why?  Because this!  Is!  Spart — no.  This is Megan and Timmy Dot Com! . . . That was lame.  Fuck it.  This is SPARTA!  (Not associated with the actual Sparta.)

Spartans! Welcome to my 1 bedroom apartment! Make yourselves at home. I have to do some laundry! Do any of you have any quarters you can spare for the machine?

I feel like God . . . and 300 is my Sunday.  I want to rest.  Let you all worship me.

That’s not going to happen is it?

Well, this is still an accomplishment.

Can you imagine what I’ve done in 300 days — the changes in my life?  The transitions, challenges, jubilation and even the heartache? . . .

That’s right, you can’t!  Because this train ain’t done chugging yet.  This train gots lots more chugging to do.  This train needs to drink a lot of beer before it passes out in the doorway of it’s apartment building, throw up on it’s shirt, keys in hand, murmuring something about “I almost had her.”  And when this train finally wrecks, I’ll give it permission to die.

Isn’t that right, Mr. Bain . . . what? I can’t understand you. Take off that ridiculous mask! Whatever — Blog, when the Internet is in ruins, Bain and I give you permission to die.

This is no time to celebrate.  Yeah, I’m Professor Buzzkill and this “celebration” can wait  for #365/365.  There’s still work to be done.  The Olympics are going on and while those athletes are striving for gold and pushing their bodies to the limit, I’m on the last leg of my blog.  I must push myself just a little while longer.  I have to keep my eye on the prize.  That prize?

Hell if I know.  I don’t get no medal.  I don’t get no accolades or endorsement deal or fame or hastily created sports announcer jobs.  My color commentary is right here, kids.  So, for all you athletes who’ve worked so hard . . . congratulations.  Have a Twinkie.

One Comment

  1. Linda Asbell
    Posted 1 Aug ’12 at 10:12 am | Permalink

    Proud of you– only 65 more new ideas to have to come up with!!!

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