tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230201472011-07-26T09:16:36.210-05:00This is my site, and it allows me to publish regular rants, musings, and chronicles of my daily battle with truancy.Liam McFeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12159025353927456506noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020147.post-1140968749735374142006-02-26T10:29:00.000-05:002006-02-26T10:45:49.770-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7832/2351/1600/September%2004%20021.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7832/2351/320/September%2004%20021.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Harumph. Feelin' particularly grumpy, as well as grungy, today. I did finally take a shower yesterday because the stink just kept following me around and wouldn't leave me alone. I brushed my teeth, too. Guess the human in me can't be smothered for long. I'm also homesick, and when I'm feeling homesick, I often go here: <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Albuquerque">http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Albuquerque</a>. Does this help? No, it makes me more homesick. If I can't wallow in filth, I'll always wallow in misery.<br /><br /><em>Harumph.</em><br /><br />Of course, wherever home is, it always makes me feel better to come home to <em>these</em> two . . .<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020147-114096874973537414?l=supertruant.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Liam McFeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12159025353927456506noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23020147.post-1140896509148765952006-02-25T14:30:00.001-05:002006-02-25T17:56:37.036-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7832/2351/1600/N.O.-04%20043.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7832/2351/320/N.O.-04%20043.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em>And I am flicking it off here.</em><br /><br />I woke up this morning feeling grungy, and I liked it so much I've decided to be grungy all day. I haven't showered, I haven't brushed my teeth, and I've got a snout full of nose goblins. I will be popping back in occasionally, between naps, to flick some more.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23020147-114089650914876595?l=supertruant.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Liam McFeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12159025353927456506noreply@blogger.com4