I would like to thank my good friend Hetzie for allowing me to use her computer. She didn't think my blog should die. I saw the suggestion to go to the public library, I may have to entertain that option. I've made some really good friends here. And on a more personal note, you can't have a dynamic duo without two people. ReallySkinnyWhiteGuy needs me! (Pass me a beer Homie)

The break up thing is going fairly well. I didn't think we would be, but we're still friends. Good friends. We've been together for 5 years. For most of that time, we were the best of friends. You don't throw that kind of thing away. It still sucks to see her come and go, but at least she's not totally out of my life.

It's odd how you can fall back into your old patterns when something like this happens. It hasn't been a week yet and I've already learned how to operate the washer and dryer again. I'm getting some use out of those origami classes I took by making the bed. And my good friends lotion and colonge have showed up too. No wonder she used to love me so much. I had my shit together! Time to get back to that.

I have to admit that I tried to do the Guy thing. For those of you that don't know or aren't familiar with Guy: 'Don't leave me Baby, until we make love just one last time. Make it feel like forever. This is our last and final try.' Goodbye Love - Guy This song is powerful. Don't use it recklessly! But you can learn from it. It didn't work by the way. She sensed the hesitation I was feeling and her walls went back up. You have to be confident when you do these things. She did give me a kiss before she called me a typical man. I stroke my own ego by telling myself that she couldn't handle it! The lovin' would've broken her down. I was going to tax that ass like the government! I was going to hit it harder than a crackhead hits the pipe! (HOLLA) I was going to hit harder than Adam hits a 6-pack! (just kidding)

I guess I'm done now. I don't know how often I'll be able to get to a keyboard, but when I do, you guys are first on the list.

TheBigOne

Well it's finally happened. My sweetheart and I have finally had that fight. You know the one. The one where you say those words that have been dying to come out since things started to get bad. After five years, I've finally had enough. I lost it and said, "well why don't you just leave me then?". It doesn't matter what was said before that. All that matters is that nothing was said after that. Dead silence. This could very well be my last post. Turns out the computer is hers. I look forward to the day i'll be back. I don't even know if it's all that bad yet. We'll see I guess. We'll see.

The Big One

They did it to me again. I don't know if my dispatchers like me or not. They keep sending me everywhere. Being that Friday is payday, I like to roll in a little early. These bastards put me to work! No problem. I get back in time to do my regular night's work.

Regular my ass. It seemed like everywhere I went, the road was either closed, unmaintained, or just undrivable. My GPS never fails to get me out of these jams. She reroutes me, and I'm on my way.

Of course when I'm done with all that they want to send me to Mass. I hate these bastards! I will however keep taking their money!

Basically, I'm pooped. Look for the good stuff this weekend!

The Big One

Tonight was crazy. I was trying to go to work as late as possible today. I didn't want to go very far. I figured that if I didn't call to let them know I was available, maybe, just maybe they wouldn't call me either. Yeah right. That didn't work at all. I got the call to go pick up in East Berlin, then go to Cromwell for a few more pieces. Okay, okay, I'm on it. 6 stops? That's it? Just 6? Sweet! Boy was I wrong.

My first stop was in jusst a few miles down the road. No problem. My next two stops were actually at the same place. They messed up and listed it as two stops so that's how I'll get paid. I love it. One more to go and I'm on the home stretch. That's where the fun started. I did the stop, then looked at the next two.... Massafuckinchuessets? Are you kidding me? Nope. Not at all.

I thought I would be home in time to watch American Idol. Not anymore. I was going to be on the road for a long time! In Mass, my GPS blacked out on me leaving me totally lost. I stopped to as a policeman directions. He told me I rely too heavily on technology. Maybe I do. But can you give me directions? Protect and serve mother-fucker! As he was talking, my GPS came back to life and I was on my way. I get the last two stops done. I'm on the way home.

Ring...
Ring...

Who the f... Hello? It's dispatch. They've got a package sitting there that has to get to JFK. Now! Of course I'll take it. I've only just done 200 or so miles, what's a few more?

I get the package. I drive to the city that is JFK and proceed to drive around for an hour looking for the place to drop off this damned thing. I finally found a security officer that was willing to help me, and get to where I had to go. After going back and forth with the person behind the counter I break out of there like i had the pox or something.

Half a fruitcake and some cranberry/cherry juice later I'm home. Thank GOD for small miracles.

I've more to say, but no energy to do it with. Love you all.

The Big One

It's been a long time. I shouldn't have left you, without a fresh post to get through. Now think of all the wack posts you slept through. Time's up. Sorry I kept you!

Does anyone remember the Fokkers, and the circle of trust thing? This post has a little something to do with that. Sometimes I take my inspiration directly from things that happen in my life. This is one of those times. As usual, names will not be changed to protect the stupid.

My circle of trust is a small circle. Maybe not even a full circle anymore. Somewhat of an arc really. It used to be pretty tight. Information flowed somewhat freely, and everyone was on the same page. Lately that isn't the case.

I realize I'm not giving any background on this one, but hey, it's a blog, not a book! Pam is the culprit on this one. It appears that she regularly bothers my friend Autumn with a particular question. She likes to ask Autumn if Autumn and I are fucking. Why she feels this is any of her business I don't know. She never asks me! Seems that Autumn can't take it anymore. Not being a confrontational person, she resisted the urge to bust Pam one in her snot-locker. She came to me and told me about it.

Now being that Pam and my girl are usually thick as thieves, I immediately guessed that Pam was fishing for information for her. I was wrong. When confronted about it, my girl basically went nuts. She didn't appreciate the spying insinuation and was rather pissed. Herein lies the crux of the matter. Who is Pam fishing for? And why?
If not for my girl, then who?

Here's what I came up with: Maybe Pam really wants to know if Autumn and I are bumping uglies. Maybe Pam wants to give me the butt-cheeks and wants to make sure that Autumn isn't getting it. You know, two strippers on the same pole can be nasty. Sadly, going to Autumn is a bad idea.

Even if Autumn and I were up to something, given that Pam is usually a direct pipeline to Ashley, she's going to say no. No matter what the reality of the siruation, all Pam is going to get is no for an answer. Either there is no hanky-panky afoot and you get a negative, or there is and you still get a negative. Am I the only person who sees this?

All this drama surrounding me sickens me. You've seen my pic. I'm not the handsomest man around. I know this. My proportions are all fucked up. I look like a black Alfred Hitchcock. Not to mention I have the penis of a poodle. I do have the tongue of a bull mastiff, but not everyone needs to know that. (holla if you hear me)

Personally, I think Autumn should give Pam a good old fashioned ass whoopin'. It's not her style though. It would be fun to watch.

I'm out for now. I've got to read what Adam is up to. You should check him out. His writing is off the hinges. You can check him out here: http://adamwarlock2099.blogstream.com/ And don't forget to check out my favorite females too. Uninspired Girl is the illest female I (don't really) know when it comes to sports. It's crazy, she's really into it. And she knows what she's talking about. I like to hear what she does at school, but hey, she writes what she wants. Look her up here: http://haveuseenmymojo.blogstream.com/ And now my girl Hetzie. If you can follow her train of thought, you're bound to enjoy the ride. http://autumnchristine.blogstream.com/

In the immortal words of our negro poet Don Cornelius: I wish you peace, love, and soul!