Smoking vs Divorce

I talked to Eggs on the way home from babysitting tonight, and when I pulled into my driveway I was still smoking my cigarette. I told him this and he said....

"I wish you would stop smoking."

I simply replied with this "I wish you would get divorced."

"Touché."

"How about I quit smoking when you get divorced?"

Needless to say, I put an end to that discussion....

The Typical Bartender

The Typical Bartender works at the bar that I frequent, and we have been flirting back and forth with one another for a while now. One night I was out at the bar and had met up with Super Short Dude (a blog will be written about him in the very near future). The Typical Bartender handed me a piece of paper and said that if I ever felt like hanging out, I should give him a call.

There was something about this guy that intrigued me. Maybe it was because he didn't come off as the overbearing type like the rest of the bunch, or because I was attracted to him initially. He is tall, not too big or too small, and very quiet. I though that maybe, just maybe this guy was different than all the other bartenders I have encountered in the past.

I called him the night he gave me his number and just told him "Now you have mine. Have a good night". We texted a little bit back and forth, and of course I saw him when I went to the bar on Tuesday nights for wings and on the weekends.

This past Tuesday though was different.

He had mentioned the weekend before that he had put in his notice to leave the bartending job and that he was moving to Jersey City, which from what I hear is about 45 minutes to an hour away. I told him that I was still not opposed to hanging out with him, because that really isn't THAT far away considering everything around here is a drive.

On Tuesday my friend Taco and I met up at the bar to eat some wings and have a few beers. I was doing the normal flirting with The Typical Bartender and Taco said that she didn't really see him reciprocating. She said that something was weird about him and that he just didn't seem "into it".

Anyone that knows me is aware that I am pretty confrontational and up front, so I asked him straight out. He said some bullshit about bad timing and all that and it pissed me off. The thing is, HE gave me HIS number. He initiated the entire process and then when called out on it he retracts the act entirely? This is not acceptable. I could understand if we went out and there was just nothing there, but to give your number out and say "Let's hang out", then come back with the timing being wrong is a bit ridiculous I think.

I got upset and stepped outside with Taco for a smoke. She apologized for calling it as she saw it, and I told her that I was glad she did, because I wouldn't have wanted to invest any time and effort for someone that "wasn't feeling it". Another girl joined us and was asking what was the matter and the truth about The Typical Bartender came out.

The girl told the both of us how the same kind of thing happened with her and The Typical Bartender. She said that he gave her his number and said that if she ever wanted to hang out to give him a call and after a few calls and a few visits to the bar, he told her that she was "smothering him" and that he was no longer interested.

Her friend, The Nurse had a similar encounter with The Typical Bartender. She said something about how one night she was at the bar on a date with a guy and he asked her if she was interested in going out for dinner one night. She was embarrassed because she was thinking about how rude that was to her date and she said "Hell no" to him and left right after dinner and went somewhere else for drinks after that.

I just don't really understand why someone would pursue you, then take it back. How fucking old are we? I am too old for childish fucking games, and quite frankly, it is pretty fucking mean to mess with people's emotions like that in the first place. At least take me out and just say there wasn't anything there before you act like a complete fucking douche face.

The Bad Kisser

I went out last Friday with a guy that I have been talking to over the phone about teaching. He is the grandson of a lady that works for a friend of my mom's. When they heard that I was getting into teaching they figured that he would be able to answer any questions I may have regarding the whole process. My mom's friend told me that he was very attractive, so when he asked me out to dinner, I accepted. We went out to a really nice expensive restaurant, and then he followed me to Krogh's, the bar I frequent. He was good looking and we seemed to hit it off conversationally.

The next day he asked me if I wanted to come over to his house and hang out. He just had his house built and has been in it for about 5-6 months now, so he wanted to show it off to me. We met at a parking lot, and I jumped in his car. We went to his house and I have to admit, it was a very nice house. We watched 2 movies there. The movie Hitch was on the TV, so we watched it together. Then the boy made his move. He asked if he could kiss me, and I said yes. I regretted it the second after when he went in for the kill. It was repulsive. I honestly wanted to throw up in my mouth.

In the movie Hitch, Will Smith mentions that a woman can determine whether or not she can spend the rest of her life with someone based on the first kiss. This is so true. When he kissed me, I was so disgusted that I couldn't even imagine picturing what "other" stuff would be like with this guy. At that point I knew I was not interested in seeing this guy for the third time.

He kissed me again and it was the same; A no go if you will.

The guy is also a hefty guy. He was leaning all over me and I had to keep adjusting because he was really putting a lot of stress on my back. I got to a Chiropractor 3 times a week, so he wasn't helping me at all.

Not only that, but I felt like I was in high school when this guy started kissing me. Granted he IS a high school teacher, but he kept trying to do the "second base" moving the hand up the shirt move, and I was not interested by any means. First off he was not turning me on with his kissing much less the pitiful attempt to grasp my tits over my bra. It was so gross, and when he drove me back to my car I gave him a pitiful hug and ran to my car.

I have had what it seems like a sinus infection for about a week now. He called me and asked how I was feeling and I told him I wasn't feeling great. This past Friday he called me and said that IF I was interested or feeling up to having dinner with him to give him a call. He left a message saying this and also stating that he wasn't going to call me back because he didn't want to bother me if I wasn't feeling well.

I was NOT interested, and I DID NOT call him again. Guess what? HE called again. This pissed me off because he said he wasn't going to call again and bother me, and he did. I can't stand when someone does that shit. He shouldn't have bothered saying that in the message and then contradicting himself. If you leave something open ended like that, then stand to it for fucks sake! I didn't answer the phone because I knew that if I did, I would have gone off on the fucker.

I don't want to be mean to the guy, but at the same time I don't want to use the cliche "You are a nice guy but....." routine either.

Is it bad to say "When you kissed me I wanted to throw up in my mouth. You are 30 years old and should fucking know how to kiss and I haven't the patience to teach you?"

I think he should know that he sucks as a kisser and he was in good until that point, but now I am not interested at all. I mean this guy was so bad that it would take lots of training, and I am not going to invest my time bothering to help him.

Also, when you FUCKING say that you are leaving me alone, that doesn't mean to call me again. WHAT THE FUCK?

The Clueless Dork and the Brewery

There is a place in NJ that I have frequented a few times called Krogh's. It is a bar and I happen to like the fact that they brew their own beer. I have found that on Tuesday nights, they also do 30 cents wings, in which I am also a fan.

I met a guy there on a Saturday after leaving the movie theater to watch the new Harry Potter movie. He was alone, and there was a seat available next to him. I should have drawn some conclusions by this, but it was the only seat available in the entire bar, so I sat down and ordered a beer. The Clueless Dork then began talking to me.

The Clueless Dork moved to NJ in February due to a job relocation. He is from Michigan. He came here with his wife, and after having done so, she left his ass. I should have inquired more about WHY she left him, but I didn't want the guy to burst into tears. He told me that on Tuesday nights they had the 30 cent wing special and Karaoke, which I am also a fan of. He seemed like a nice guy and we talked to one another for a while until I was tired and wanted to make my way back home. He asked if I would be interested in joining him on Tuesday for wings and karaoke, and I, feeling bad for the poor guy accepted his invitation. After all, I would have gone alone and so would he, and had I declined he would have seen me there by myself anyway.

He is a nice guy, and completely harmless, but a COMPLETE moron when it comes to women. We met up for wings, ate them, and made our way to the non-bar area where karaoke kicks off at 10 PM.

First off, I have to say that he is by far the WORST singer and dancer (yes, he danced) that I have EVER seen or heard, but I got to give props to the boy for getting up there to begin with. He started the night with Tainted Love, but only after a dedication of the following....... "This goes out to my soon to be EX-wife". He proceeds to sing, and does this little number where he is somewhat squatting and shaking his finger (kind of like the water sprinkler dance, if that helps with the visual). He if completely tone deaf and doesn't seem to know the way the song actually goes. Everyone in the bar started singing to help the Clueless Dork out for Christ's sake. After he consumed more and more drinks he began to ATTEMPT pulling his arm around me, which I made very clear that I was NOT interested and for him to stop. The bar closed at 2 AM, and I think I ended up leaving a little after 1:30 AM. He lives right on the lake, so he usually walks, but I offered to give him a ride to his house. I then made it very clear that for 1) I am not interested in seeing a married man, be that he is separated or not, 2) That I was not interested, and 3) To not make an attempt to touch me, because I adore my personal space.

The following Sunday afternoon he calls and asks me if I wanted to do something. I wasn't really in the mood to DO anything, but I told him I wasn't opposed to watching a movie or something. He then suggested that I come over, we would watch a movie, and he would cook dinner for the both of us. I agreed.

I went to his house and I must say that he lives like a complete bachelor when it comes to the kitchen area. He had nothing to drink, and only 2 or 3 items in his fridge.

So we watch a movie. I brought over a few to choose from and absolutely NOTHING sappy, because I didn't want him to get the wrong idea. We watched Tenacious D and the Pick of Destiny.

Then he "cooked". Okay, so I have never seen a guy make a steak without marinating it. He took it out of the package and put it straight on the grill. WHAT? He puts 2 small potatoes in the microwave and opens a can of peas, which he also cooked in the microwave. He asked how I like my steak and I told him Medium Rare or Medium at the most. He said he liked it Medium, so Medium it was....... NOT. That steak was hard as a rock, but oh well, at least it was a good cut of beef. Not only did the majority of his "cooking" consist of microwave safe dishes, but he then, after having taken the steaks off the grill (and about 10 minutes too late if I might add), marinated them and spiced them...... again, WHAT?

We ate, and the entire time, he was staring at me and asking me if it was good, and to compliment him on something...... What was I supposed to say? Your microwaved dishes are superb, or the Well Done/Medium stake that was marinated after and hasn't retained any of the spices are hard as a fucking rock? I merely proceeded to tell him that people shouldn't ask for compliments and that if it wasn't good I wouldn't be eating it. That of course was a lie, because I didn't want to make him feel bad, but at the same time I didn't want to compliment him on my jaws hurting from biting into his overcooked steak either.

We then went outside where he made a fire in this pit and made s'mores. The s'mores were good, but how can one really fuck those up, you know? I made sure to compliment him on those before the poor guy started crying for not having received a compliment. After the fire died down a bit, I said thanks, and went home.

We had planned on Sunday to return to Tuesday night wings because the week before he paid and told me I was obligated to pay the next go round. So we went, and luckily for him, there was no karaoke show going on that night for him to humiliate himself more than necessary. He did however get shit-faced. He started with a dark beer (similar to Guinness), then went to red wine, then to Gin after he told me he was drunk from the red wine. I am sure he had an awesome hangover the next day. Also, this guy is an engineer who works in a lab testing things for diabetes, imagine him throwing shit together in a lab with this melting pot of a hangover.

I go outside to smoke, and this happens more and more as I continue to drink while the Clueless Dork proceeds to, what it appears to be anyway, flirt with these 2 chicks in the bar. WRONG. He decides to tell them his entire life story and how he and I met, along with the whole sha-bang. I tell him that I am leaving to go home and he says he is going to stay to "finish his dart game". The guy seriously needs to get laid, and he seriously needs to know what to say when trying to pick up another lady.

Rules
1) Don't talk about how you met some other chick at a bar when trying to get laid.
2) Don't whine about how your wife left you if you are trying to get laid.
3) Don't refuse to buy a girl a drink when you are trying to get laid and they are sitting there chewing ice from their empty glasses.
4) Don't SING if you CAN"T when you are trying to get laid.
5) Don't DANCE if you don't know how to if you are trying to get laid.
6) Don't dedicate a song to your soon to be ex-anything if you are trying to get laid.
7) Don't offer to cook for someone when you don't know how to.
8) Don't use the microwave instead of a stove if you are trying to "impress" someone with your cooking skills and looking to receive a compliment.
9) Don't tell someone your wife left you, then proceed to put your arm around someone.

There are too many..... making me tired. I will end at that.

I did forget to mention this earlier. When we went to the bar this Tuesday, The Clueless Dork felt the need to order my food for me. Ummmm, NO. I am a grown ass woman, DO NOT try ordering for me, especially if I am paying. DOUCHE!!!

May I also add that he likes bragging about the fact that he was an Eagle scout and tells it to everyone he meets...... creepy!

Some Poems for the Egg

I heart a man, I'll call him egg.
He gives me love and I needn't beg.
He is the Egglands Best.
I dream of him, nearly every night.
I can't wait to have him in my sight.
Houston is so far away!


Eggs are good breakfast.
Eggs are also good lovers.
I need to see eggs.

My Adventure in Going Out Alone

Friday night I refused to sit at home doing nothing, so I went to the local bar by myself. I figured one of two things could happen. I could A) meet some cool people and have some drins potentially bought for me, or B) I meet no one and sit there chatting with the bartenders. The second possibility didn't bother me, because I would be able to ask them what people did for fun and other places to check out nearby. I did meet some people though. Here is how it all started......

I was sitting by myself and drinking a beer. The bartender comes up to me, places a coin in front of me and tells me that my next drink was purchased by the guy at the end of the bar. I say hello to the guy and tell him thank you for the drink. He comes over and starts talking to me. I was trying to be friendly but the guy was incredibly unattractive, and he has a severe staring problem. I met the people that were with him. They were actually the ones sitting next to me, and they were really cool people. This other guy, on the other hand was a douche waiting for me to tell him to fuck off. I went out to smoke a few times and he followed. He was trying to hit on me, so I made it very clear that my intentions were not to hook up with anyone, and that finding a guy was my last priority. I somehow don't think he grasped this concept. Every time he asked me a question and I told him the answer, he kept asking the same question over and over again. He was annoying and after talking to him for a period of time, I wanted to kick myself for giving him my number. Let me just note that I was on a mission to find FRIENDS, and at the start of our conversation he seemed like a decent guy so I gave him my number to increase the number of contacts I know in New Jersey.

BIG MISTAKE......

The guy asked me about six or seven times my plans for the following day. I told him I didn't know and to call if he wanted to do something. He asked what time I was going to be waking up and I told him not to call me early because I needed to sleep in after waking up at 5:30 every morning. I then said "do not call me in the AM at all"..... Guess what time the douche calls? 12:00 PM on the dot.....

Can we get anymore desperate?

I didn't answer. He calls a few hours later. I didn't answer again. He texts me. I don't respond. He then waits until 8:00 PM and calls again. Again I didn't answer. The last call was received at 1:28 AM as I am asleep in my bed. I didn't answer.

Today he skipped the calling and went straight to text messaging. He texts me at 1:41 PM asking if I was alive......

I didn't respond.

Next text at 6:06 PM saying "ski with me tonight". I didn't respond immediately.

I finally write him a text saying "stop texting me. It isn't free and I didn't respond to your 1st one. You always this pushy with people that tell you they aren't interested? It is very annoying."

He writes back "Go fuck your mother".

I respond by saying "I was trying to be mature about it. I told you that night at Krough's I was not interested but you kept pushing, and now you respond like one of your three children. Way to go".

I think he FINALLY got the point.

Are all guys like this when they are drunk or what? This guy apparently refused to take in what I was saying, then gets mad when I reiterate it. What the fuck? I told him from the beginning I was not interested. How is it my fault that he failed to retain the information?

Who Wants to be Sad All the Time?

I don't.....

I talked to New Jersey today. Well, he talked to me. I went to Karate after my brother's swimming lesson and he asked me to step outside. I did. He told me that I shouldn't have called. I already knew that the second I pressed call and there was no turning back, but I also didn't think it appropriate to just hang up either. And oddly enough, his girlfriend was there. Figures, right? Well for all I know he could have moved her in. After all, he did say he needed a woman's touch when we were talking, guess it would be wrong to assume it was MY touch just cause I have the parts, right? Anyway I cried, again, and this time in front of his face. I couldn't help it. I feel he led me on in the beginning, and the second that something else came along, something more familiar, I was put back on top of the shelf to collect dust. I am so sick of the same routine, but I find myself allowing it to happen over and over again. I think it is because I automatically assume that with a different person comes a different scenario, right? Wrong. The same series of events, just in their own way. Maybe it is me. Maybe it isn't. I feel like I lose more of myself and hope each time it occurs, so when someone good finally decides to come along, I may just be empty and hollow inside. That would be hard though, cause even though I am a bitch, I still always manage to have plenty of love to give. I just want to feel it for once instead of handing it all out. I know you have to give to receive, but this is just ridiculous. I don't have to have it now, but I don't want to cry about not having it. I also don't care to be made to feel worse for not having it. Can The guys that know they are douches break our hearts without shoving it in our faces? Is that too much to ask?

Crying Myself to Sleep

Last night I cried myself to sleep. I can't really explain it, but it happened. I also called New Jersey and left a message, which I most likely should not have done. I couldn't sleep and I was thinking about him since I had left the Karate place. I think the message was somewhere along the lines of ....

"Meeting you was interesting. I couldn't stop thinking of you since, so I called and I figure you are asleep. I mean no harm by calling, I just couldn't sleep".

It was weird, because for a period of time I was talking to this guy 3-4 times a day, emailing constantly throughout the day, and planning packages to send to him. Then he breaks my heart before I even meet him, and when I see him I am reminded of all this. From what I understand now it is his girlfriend that is far away. Irony huh? I think he only gets to see her on the weekends so hopefully my call caused him no trouble. If so however she can accept that my call was harmless, or be ready for a Texas sized ass whooping, which I am sure is a hell of a lot harder than what she has to offer. After all, everything is bigger and better in Texas.

As far as the crying myself to sleep thing, I think I am just lonely and wanting so badly to be loved. My last real relationship I loved and he didn't, so reciprocation would be appreciated. I feel I give too much and get nothing in return with guys. I am just tired of it, and want the next thing that comes my way to be something real. I am tired of not being treated the way I treat others. I want to give and to love, but it is hard when the person that you are with isn't mature enough or ready to give it.

I met the Infamous New Jersey

I met him. If you ask whom I speak of, you must go back to the very first posts ever written in this blog. He was absolutely gorgeous. I must admit I got emotional the second I sat in my car (I of course had to wait until he was not able to see me doing this). My brother and sister had swimming lessons this afternoon, so I opted to take them. Afterwards, I met up with my mother at her Tae Kwon Do class with the rugrats and he was there. My heart sank. He had an amazing smile, eyes like the shore of Aruba, and a body to die for. I was feeling a mixed sense of 1) Rip my clothes off, and 2) That man must give a great bear hug. He was strong and gentle at the same time. I wanted him to passionately grab me, kiss me, and sweep my off my feet. This of course didn't happen, but it is okay for one's mind to wander. I am also a bit upset with him. His whole excuse for getting back with his ex was because "I was so far away." I felt like saying "Ha, now what, bitch?" I of course didn't. I couldn't. I felt myself avoiding eye contact with him to procrastinate on the waterworks for a few moments longer at certain points of our conversation. He came up to me at the end of class and told me he knew who I was the second I walked in. I knew he was there prior to even walking in the door because in previous conversations we discussed the cars we drove and I saw it out in the parking lot next to my mothers. He was definitely caught off guard. I wonder if it makes any difference either way.

All my exes live in Texas

I must start by saying that all of my exes do not live in Texas, but many of them do. I am so annoyed with the last one though. My last boyfriend and current ex, Middle School Midget annoyed the hell out of me. I shouldn't let it bother me, but it does, and I just can't help it. Of all of the people I have gone out with, I have known him the longest. We went to Middle School together. We have known one another for 15 years now. I cannot understand why Middle School Midget is so immature. He broke up with me in the beginning of January. He claimed that he wasn't happy with his life and what he was going to do with it, that is had nothing to do with me. He claimed that he was unable to make me happy if he himself was not happy. Mind you six days before he broke up with me we were at a bar called Sherlock's and I got upset because he was bragging to his friends on how much ass he got in college. The only reason that this bothered me is because I didn't want to hear about his past. I never ask questions regarding my significant others past because I do not care to know. There is no reason for me getting all jealous when it was before me, but at the same time I do not want it brought up in my presence. He could have told them that when I wasn't around, or when I was getting another round of drinks, because I of course was paying for the both of us. Well, that happened and I just walked away, went to the bar, and closed my tab. He came looking for me and what seemed to be honesty, told me that he didn't mean to make me upset, that he was happy with me, and he wasn't going anywhere. This was 6 days before he broke up with me. Well, lets fast forward to that point. He breaks up with me and tells me that he still wants to be friends and whatnot. I have no problem with that. I wasn't a bad break up (meaning no one fucked up), and for the most part, I am pretty good friends with most of my exes. We exchange a few emails after the break up, and he assures me we are still friends, although immediately taking down pictures of the two of us, and me off his top friends on MySpace, a place for friends. He did leave one picture though, which yesterday, nearly 3 months later I comment on it in a friendly manner. I wrote "do you ever look back and think of all the fun we had? Good times." and guess what he did? He didn't respond, he didn't acknowledge the comment, he erased the fucking picture. I know that he knew it was still there, because the day after he dumped me, he took one off of me kissing him (while he was on the phone...... go figure.) This was a funny picture and he took it off because I said something about it? Come on, grow the fuck up. We have known one another for 15 years; 15 fucking years. It is no surprise that he lives at his parents house and has no job. It is no shock to me that he plays video games all day. It doesn't make me blink twice that when he does actually make a little money, he wants to buy an Xbox 360 instead of thinking of how to get his own place and move out. Personally if I were him, I would feel bad for his mother, who told him she couldn't retire this year as planned because he was still living at home without a job. I guess he lacks motivation. He is a selfish fucking prick to want to try to go at it alone too. I was there beside him through every decision, be it good or bad, and he didn't care. He hasn't seemed to find it on his own either. He is still on MySpace everyday instead of looking for a job, or substitute teaching. It must be nice to not do shit, possibly work once every month, play video games, and have your phone, car insurance, food, and all expenses paid for. You are not on vacation fuck face, get a job and let your mom retire!!

I am not a piece of ass

So Friday night I went to sing karaoke with some of my friends. I ended up getting drunk and having a good time. A friend from work, Puerto Rican ended up calling me, so I had invited him to join in the singing and festivities. When I wanted to leave, he walked outside with me and suggested we go to his house. I was not interested in going to his house. I was drunk, tired, and wanted to go home. I asked him why he wanted to go to his house so bad, and he replied "so I can get some condoms." First off, he has a girlfriend. Secondly, I had no way implied that I would be taking him home with me to let him 'have his way with me'. I was drunk, but not that drunk. I thought I made that quite clear. He seemed to understand, but asked if he could follow me home. I guess he was worried about me getting home safely, or made it sound that way at any rate. We get to my house safely, and my phone rings. I answer it, it is Eggland's Best calling to come over. This pissed off Puerto Rican, because he walked out the door and drove off. I don't understand where he gets off thinking I am going to sleep with him. I was pissed, especially because I have been seeing Eggland's Best, and that is it. I called Puerto Rican on Saturday to give him the benefit of the doubt. I asked him why he stormed off, he was mad that I answered my phone when Eggland's Best rang. He also said that he didn't want to be friends with me. I guess this is because I didn't put out. That is insane. He needs to go call his girlfriend for that, I am not the work whore. I shouldn't have to sleep with someone to maintain a friendship with them, that is ridiculous. This is the place I work at. I shouldn't have to feel like I am in a day care center all day, and when it is time to get off, mommy is here to pick me up. For the love of God, I am not just a piece of ass. I have substance, and worth. Fuck you for thinking you could get in so easily, and Fuck you for giving into the stereotype of douche bag, ass hat men; boys for that matter.

Lunch: a way to get pissed off daily

When it gets close to lunch, I always get pissed off. People at work decided that my boss and I can no longer be gone at the same time. By this, they mean even a slight overlapping of 5-10 minutes. Under most work conditions this wouldn't be an issue, but for me things are different. If my boss left at the same time everyday, things would be fine. If my boss didn't leave for an hour and a half everyday, I wouldn't care. My boss leaves whenever he feels like it and takes at least an hour and a half. Even if I tell him I have lunch plans at 1:30 PM, he will leave at 12:15 PM and not return until 1:45 PM having no regard for my lunch appointment. My friend, Boobies McBrune is always having to wait for me. My friend at work, Fuzzy McCootersnatch is usually having to wait for me too. I don't mind that my boss takes longer that everyone else, that doesn't bother me. What DOES bother me, is when I go up to him at 11:30 in the morning telling him to leave so he can be back at a decent time, he doesn't do it. I get to work before he does. So basically he gets here later than I do, he leaves for lunch before I do, and he takes a longer lunch than I do. Hmmmmm. How does this make and sense? Where does it add up? I try to be nice about it, but I am annoyed. If I am giving him a heads up on the time so he doesn't leave too late, he should know that I am not doing it because I care about his stomach, but the fact that I am hungry and need to eat before I transform into a total bitch. There are certain things that I have to have a certain way or I lose it.

1) Don't hang up on me.
2) When I am hungry, don't make me wait forever to eat. (My ex, Mayor's son found out the hard way........ He made me wait to eat, and when I finally ate, I threw everything up.)
3) Don't lie.
4) Don't cheat.

I told him to leave about an hour ago, and I still don't think he has made his way out the door yet. Why do I have to deal with the same shit everyday? I am tired of this place and their pathetic bullshit they call a business. Fuzzy McCootersnatch has seemed to see the light. She will be chunking the deuce very soon. Hell, I wouldn't mind dropping everything and hauling myself to a different location. Food for thought. Oh wait, I am waiting to go to lunch, there is no food for thought..... dick licks!!!