Cool Ranch Dressing.....

'Pizza Smut' is really tearing me up inside....

Looking at the clock...time is ticking....countdown to work at this hellacious environment in forty minutes. Less than an hour...less than 45 minutes...ahhhh I'm going crazy.

Killed Time Today...still don't have the fucking web working on my cell phone and it's really a drag, man. I want my G'NR and Wu Tang ringtones, dammit! And the Vikings lost today horribly to put icing on the cake. Goddamned losers! Culpepper is fucking worthless. Never thought he was all that great anyway. He will probaly hold the highest record with most interceptions. And that motherfucker just got a raise recently...Anyway, If I didn't get drunk all those times this weekend, I could go for a cold beer now. Other than that, sat around and chilled out. Talked to some girl i met thru mattie and ended up talking about sex openly (so not me, but it's just a simple topic. Sex happens, sex is good.) I used to be shy about the topic, but hey. It was online so I have no idea what this girl looks like, and plus I think she's off limits since my buddy is working on her...and ask me for details about the specifics.

I'm fat, i'm a drunkyard, and this guy needs some work. Need to get my priorities straight before I make a good catch. One thing I noticed about me when I'm looking for girls I'm extremly picky, and it's a shame. I go for looks and so forth...yeah, i live in a superficial environment.

Fuck! I am going to never EVER working at pizza hut again after today. I dread it like no other. I'd rather do janitorial work than working this shit. I hate it, I hate it, and I FUCKING HATE IT!!!

(What do you think I'm trying to say anyway.....)