Man i think i got drunk yesterday. I think the reason why i think thatis because i’m sitting here at work not feeling so well. I think i’mkind of hungover since bright lights and loud sounds annoy me. I thinki want to sleep until tomorrow.

In the last couple days, I never knew I would hear so much about StarTrek from so many different shows. It’s not what you think, I’m not ageek… well maybe to some extent… but I was watching futurama and it talked about star trek. it was the funniest thing ever.

Then I actually did watch Star Trek and Scottie said something on The Next Generationthat really relates to me right now. He got all piss drunk because he’sIrish and someone asked if he was okay the next day. Scottie replieswith “Aiy, don’t drink unless you’re ready to pay for it the next day,laddie”

Aiy, Scottie, aiy…..

Also, you know that new song by Chingy? And how in the middle of thesong all these girls start singing “Hey Chingy? Why are your eyes sochinky?”

That’s great my fellow black people… lets start using racist remarkson the asians. That’s like me painting my face black, calling myselfNiggy and making a music video with the line “Hey Niggy, why is yourface so blacky??” or better yet… “Hey niggy, why are you lips soniggery?”

haha, i kid, i kid.

No more BCL.

I drive 6-8 miles each way to eat something that I can find only 0.5miles away from work.  Thus turning an event that should last 30minutes into something 3 times as long.

I get asked to plan out BCL because I guess I have a lot of free time at work.

The name “philips” is brought up at least one time per BCL visit,suggesting that I have homo relations with a semi-conductor company.(Which I don’t care because we all take turns getting clowned on)

And last but not least, I get pennies thrown at my car when I drive away.

Grow the fuck up

DBAN

and DTPAMC
(Don’t Throw Pennies At My Car)

I want to run away.

To some where that no one will know me

To some where that no one will find me

Leave all of my obligations behind and restart my life

To be on the road and continue rutting my life away.

Kind of like that kid John Conner from T3, except w/o having that crazy chick robot chasing after me.

to myself: STOP COMPLAINING