can

you blame me for taking a break? forcing a post everyday was making them quite pathetic. i love big lots. i hate 2 am tv. i also hate the stupid bandwagon that keeps me up until 2, but that doesn't seem to be going away anytime soon. i refuse to embrace it and hearing about it almost everyday is driving me nuts. i don't like it. mentioning it all of the time is not going to bring me around. what's up with that anyway? are you looking for a different reaction? how about a little action on your end? i like online movie rentals. that is until medium comes back. although football will be taking over that slot soon. arrgggghhhh. does anyone watch daisy cooks? that lady really likes her own food. she almost comes to a full orgasm every episode. i'm ordering all of the dvds. we're having a halloween party, so start working on your costume.

adrenaline

was crazy flowing through my veins and i had to steady out my breathing this morning after a semi almost squeezed me between it and the sidewall. i was cruising in my lane and i was about half way past the trailer of the semi when i noticed it starting to merge into my lane. my first thought was that i could take the shoulder if he continues. then i noticed that the shoulder was ending and was being replaced by a nice concrete wall that was tight to the road. so then i started to get a bit nervous about being the middle of the semi - concrete wall sandwich. i jammed on the horn while jamming on the gas and he didn't hear me and was still coming. right when i didn't have anymore room.....the shoulder came back and i took it throwing up dust all over and then swerving back onto the highway. then i had to start the whole, calm down, you're cool, exercise before i hyperventilated (which i use to do during the huge, no show just loud explosion fireworks when i was little and we were parked right next to them). then i finally arrived to work to discover that little big man was gone. woo hoo! then my happiness ended when he walked in a couple hours later. boo.

possibly

i could be more bored, but that would require me to stop breathing. i'm relying on the activity of inhaling and exhaling to get me through the rest of the work day. maybe.

surely

it's not the operator and this computer is fucked up. sometimes it just eats things and they can't be found. oh well, i guess since it's always just work stuff and never anything that i would cry about. i just had to come across a box of krispy kreme doughnut holes. krispy kreme being my favorite and doughnut holes being my favorite, so forget whatever diet i was going to try out. i've decided to be hulk hogan for halloween. why so much advanced planning? cause it's my favorite and i always come up with something now and then drag my feet until the day before. i grabbed a hulkamania shirt off of ebay today, so i'm off to a great start. now i just need to start working on that deep red tan and shirt ripping. maybe i'll lose count of how many shirts i have to rip off and i will expose myself at whatever party i end up at. hmmmm.....what a nice innocent plan.

deep

in the southern woods of a red state is a little place called rich's last resort. the drive there was an adventure in itself. i assumed that it was going to be like our last place and i only had nine dollars on me when i searched the tiny store for an atm that did not exist. i was in the first group to arrive so we picked the "better" cabin, did our business in their cabin and then sat in the river playing cards while being approached by intoxicated rednecks. we got up bright and early and climbed into a van and then into our canoes. my ass is still sore from sitting on it and my hands can still feel the oars. it took two people hanging on me and a slippery rock to dunk me for the free for all baptism. we ran out of food and drink, two pairs of sunglasses were lost, one pair that wasn't ours was found, two other items were lost, the boys got some burns, two coolers were busted and no one tipped, well sort of, i swear i saw the boys in a "situation".

as

confused as i was and as much as i wanted to argue, i really had to pee and just wanted to go into the house when the crazy neighbor lady told me to call 911 if i ever see any kids playing basketball in the alley. what? who cares and that is not a call to tie up 911 with. i'm sure she'll talk to me about it again, so i will be able to try to reason with her that it doesn't make sense. when she's in the yard i try to doodle in my car for a second waiting for a chance to get into the house without a ten minute conversation about her forty year old son who lives at home or the sale down at tony's. as for today, i also need to pee, but i am stuck in an introductory excel class. i'm suppose to be sitting in to evaluate the instructors so we can pick which training company to use. i took a powerpoint class monday and it was fun, but today is death.

after

losing fifty dollars in a pool game i went out onto the sidewalk only to find out that the rig i had stolen had been stolen from me. i spotted a nice camper and car jacked it. i was just cruising around waiting for a green light and the girl took the controller away from me. outside of the xbox world, masterbatters won again, jamie broke her hip during the game, the aussie made a fabulous dinner and my dad did as instructed and used the father's day dollar that i sent to him for a cup of coffee.