Life's like an old Tammy Wynette tune

Or so they say. Anyway, looks like yours truly will get to experience that staple of country and western tunes, namely dee-vorce, pretty soon. I'll spare you (nonexistent) readers the grim details, except to say that, well, it's shitty and it hurts and I need to stop being a nice person and maybe morph into a real prick. Or at least stay out of relationships with bipolar women who can't seem to grasp the basic boundaries of married life.

So I'm about to be single again, and I haven't got a fucking clue.

That's me and the dog. Dunno who he'll end up with. I'll miss him. He's certainly much more of a loyal friend than my soon-to-be-ex-wife ever was.

Pho King A

Yeah, haven't been on here that much. I stupidly registered for some kind of "Blogger 2" upgrade (stupidly because my password changed and then I couldn't remember it), and then this crazy machine wouldn't let me post anything.

So here it is mid-January, and it looks like I may be joining the ranks of the single very soon (if anyone has a line on a decent roommate situation, i.e. affordable, no serious craziness, no post-fraternity situations, etc.), lemme know. Not that this blog has any kind of track record for people posting here, but there's always that slim chance.

Or if anyone wants to hit, like, Pho King No. 3 or 524 Club No. 2 or even Nationwide Freezer Meets No. 1, I could use the company. I'd rather not go into any kind of stupid details, but things took a weird turn into mushroom territory in the past 48 hours.

Oh, that lovely lady above is my daughter.