You wouldn't recognize my face

Tryng to ease back into the blog.



I have worked on a bunch of new songs.



I have been bent over and jolly-rogered by the man.



After that vigorous, zesty enterprise, I went snowboarding.



Up the tram, down the bowl.



And, bend me over and call me shirley if I didn't get right back to work for the man until almost ten tonight, sprained bloody ankle and all.



I guess I am getting used to it.



Pretty soon, I'll probably like it.



A lot, especially from a guy like him.



Next thing you know, I'm a manager at Applebee's, pushing the dessert upsell on some kid with zits and a bad haircut.



It's a slippery slope.



I think, though, with enough pluck, hard work and ingenuity, I could probably open a pretty bitchin' waterpark. Maybe some kind of go karts and some carny rides.



It would pretty pretty skecthy, but plenty cheap.



We would make most of our margin on shitty stuffed animals that nobody wanted in the first place.



Maybe a bearded lady.



I gotta work out the kinks, but I think this could be my exit chute from corporate America.

LOVE IT OR LEAVE IT!

PALIN 2012!!