ONE THOUSAND POSTS

WELCOME TO MY THOUSANDTH POST

Yes, since February (I think?) of 2005, when I complained about the barber talking to me too much during a haircut, to my extolling sugar-free Fudgcicles, we've been through a lot together:

* finishin' law school;
* graduatin' law school;
* growin' a shitty beard;
* takin' the bar;
* gettin' a job;
* the last family vacation;
* shavin' off the shitty beard;
* a lil' surgery;
* passin' the bar;
* first time in Court;
* buyin' a new car;
* the demise of diagonally-stripy shirts as a viable going-out-wardrobe choice;
* breakin' up with the Ex;
* crushin' depression;
* whoring around (oof);
* that unfortunate detour into stained glass as a creative outlet;
* the loss of a nipple ring (don't worry, I still have one!)
* listin' my old place;
* gettin' suckered into an unwanted relationship;
* sellin' my old place;
* dissolution of friendships (permanently - for good; last straws, etc.);
* and buyin' my new place;
* dumpin' the poor guy (dumbass?) who fell in love with me (to his anguish and my unbridled joy);
* merging firms;
* the return of my Muttonchops;
* Art Basel cray-zay-ness;
* buyin' a coffee table;
* buyin' a couch;
* babies, babies n' more babies;
* weight gain;
* weddings;
* regret;
* goin' on crazypills;
* growing my hair out to unflattering and unadviseable lengths;
* comin' off crazy pills.

All of these just a few highlights of the last 1,000 posts.

Here's to 1,000 more!