GOBBLES! Turkey is a date rape drug.

I can be very idealized and unrealistic. Too bad most of my goals lately involve keeping my penis happy. One of these fucking days I'm going to find a normal girl and I'm going to have absolutely no clue as to what to do with her. I don't know how I didn't figure out she was a nutcase before this, it really came out hardcore.

What do you do if a girl tells you she loves you while you're hip deep in her? Finish up of course. Then deal with the aftermath. In my defence it was taken out of my hands. Almost literally.

The crying, running makeup and sobbing got to me. I can't deal with that shit on consecutive days! Hanging up on that was harder then I thought. She called from a different number! I swear!

I'm a bad person.

I hate the constant talk of "one of these days I'm going to give (insert manager's name here) a piece of my mind and put her in her place and let her know how much everyone hates her." I actually did that, remember? Nothing fucking happened. If you had a set you'd actually get it over with and realize that because of the Union rules NOTHING IS EVER GOING TO FUCKING HAPPEN IF YOU SAY ANYTHING OR NOT. Idiots.

I move too slow and I think too fast. On occasion I also move too fast and think too slow. I'm hoping one day to achieve a happy medium as both situations have created issues for me.

Ducks don't care if the bread is whole wheat.

I wish I could be happy with my blog layout. But I never am. I don't know why. I'm pretty fickle about this for some reason. Herbert is going stick around though, cause Herbert kicks ass.

That's me. My middle finger toe is longer than my big toe.