You know what

I am tired of being the think tank.

I'd rather be driving a tank.

Push 10 mph on that bfi dumpster=

So a different employee has his car in the driveway and that causes much confusion,

When I say to John... technically I am fucking him too.  Didn't you have your R in your hands when Dick called the other day??

HAHAHAH

My Room

I am going to spin tomorrow to celebrate my friend helping clean the shit out of the bat cave.  She has no idea of my music  Very few people I know do.

But:  You are so Quiet by Aguagen is on my mind.

and Insomnia by Faithless

Firewire

and my soul needs to hear
BTs Mercury and Solace, Rythmn's a drug and Imagine.

And so Amy doesnt blow a fuse not knowing the music I'll throw in some DJX remixing the Outfield.

but I really want to flip her noodles with a few dirty ditties too.

yes!

Suddenly I get the Urge to Ask

Hey rest of the populace I love, I'm bent over, so why don't you just get that over and done with? 

Static Cling Theory

I pulled up my carpets to stop making static, as it attracts drama.  This theory was flushed when I moved home.

However, I'm not done with all the story of the Life and Times current events section.

The thing is its too damned much and I think maybe twitter should hit the toilet too. 

However, I shall elaborate more upon that fed to wolves post, as that was just a thumb sucker.  I just got finished pulling my head out of the sand.

I'm about ready to shit can Facebook.

I used to think the internet was the one place I could be me because if you didn't like me who gave a fuck because ten billion other people will.

That ship sailed too.

Somebody start playing cry me a river.

Headhunter

Currently I want to put heads in my yard on pikes.  I believe PTA stands for People (whom) Tongue Ass in my hometown.  Its like a society for asskissers that are in competition with one another for top spot.  I have been through the paces you know.. I've already done ballet and gymnastics ... where I feel I should carry a dart gun and pepper spray.  Incredibly the chick getting out of that Buick has on a Willie Nelson shirt and pig tails, and yes, that is a tattoo.  I forgot to bring my chapstick and I don't kiss ass (at least in this form) That is for squares, and I'm so above that.  Really.

Red Dog used to be a drink in my mind.  Now its the status of somebody's ass whenever in my presence.  Hello jerkoff, I'm not the company owner... but you WILL answer to me.  RUN dog RUN.  Who do you think your boss sleeps with?  See dog piss in fear.

A word to those idiots wanting to try to draw unemployment by means of descriptive license... be sure that when you describe someone to a gossip you are absolutely correct.  Leave nothing out that totally discredits your overcompensation that proves your IQ and penis size might be in competition.

Did anyone know I can make a mean company handbook?  Holy shit that there girl is USEFUL.

DAMMIT.

If I get one more idiot that all the sudden sees I can do more than start a Harley, I'mgoing to tap dance on gonads.

Ahh-Cha-Cha.

I used to believe women were adders.  Women somehow at least warn one another when circling in for the kill.  Men. 

So I guess women are rattlesnakes.

*hiss*