Bob Ross told me to put a happy little bush here...
So with the one exception that it is HOT here things are going very well. It hit 121 degrees the other day. It really makes you question some basic fundamental things about your life, such as:
Why am I here?
Why do I want to live here?
Why do I want to live?
Is that real or a mirage?
Would drowning in ice cream be more or less painful?
Why doesn't anybody pick up all these dead cats?
Besides the heat though, as I said, things are going great. My sales at work are doing a lot better. I'm also not as stressed at work because I managed to convince myself that working at a company which fiercely ravishes every sense of decency and morals you have just to get paid does not necessarily make you a whore. So, I should be getting a bonus check, as long as no one at my work reads this.
On a much lighter side, after a recent scare, my finances are going to be stable, and I will have money saved up by the end of September so that I may do whatever it is I wish to do at the end of my lease, including getting out of Phoenix if I deem it justified.
And on an even lighter side, I may have found the perfect girl. I'm not sure she would appreciate me saying her name on here so I will refrain for now. Bill would approve because she likes gun and alcohol, my sister would approve because she has a heart for God and she's kind of a hippy, my mom would approve because she wants grandkids, Jamon and Jessi would approve because they know how badly I need to get married so I can get laid, and Kaleb would approve because she doesn't have a major mental defect so I am not taking any fish out of the pool Kaleb fishes in if you get my drift, and most importantly I approve because she has a nice tush.
Any questions?
Sunday, July 8, 2007
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I have a nice tush?!
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Yeah, well.
Oh! Am I not supposed to be reading this?
*Hides and just kicks back with a pair of binoculars.*
. . . . .
*Proceeds to text Justin to see if she spelt (HAHA, thats for you Justin.) binoculars right.*
. . . . I did spell it right. :)
But, no, seriously. Justin... YOU are the good guy. YOU are the perfect ... uh... Mate? Man? Boyfriend? Dude? (What word am I looking for?) You smother me with sompliments... (And perv comments) yet, I don't think you understand how precious you are.
I have cooties. :( No one wants to break your halo and give you girl cooties! I am scared!
you've never mentioned anything about my tush!
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way iz my mike-awl cawd CD ???
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