.... compared to the poor guys who I just watched next door to my office at the liquor store. I was out at my car getting something for my aching head, and these three guys come out with a big ole box filled with liquor and they are all a-laughing and playing grab-ass and then they get in the car and it WON'T START!!!

Oh, mercy! They all get out and pop the hood and I hear cursing and saw wild gesticulating. I paused and thought "Poor,poor,fools!".... as I went back in, one of them was cranking the car which was making horrible noises, and one of the guys under the hood was yelling at him to "keep cranking!!!".

So, things could be worse, I suppose....

Oh, and a co-worker handed me a print-off that said... "Men have two emotions: Hungry and Horny. If you see him without an erection, make him a sandwich."

Ok. I was born in Georgia but I lived in Texas most of my life...

Anyway,

The news has just come down...... The realtors I work for can't afford to keep me cuz they are too slow and have to cut costs so next week is my last week.... so, with everything here so topsy-turvy personally and with family and friends wooing me back west, I am gonna pack up and head to Dallas, probably by the end of the month. Damn, I can't believe all this. I'll just transfer my realtor license to Texas and start calling all my contacts in the industry. I will also be able to see my son alot more often and that is probably my biggest reason for going back.

So long, Alabama..... It's been an adventure!

I will miss my dear loved ones here... If I could just have everyone in one friggin place!

That's right....or so says one of the ads at the top of my page.

I got to sleep last night around 4 am.

I am mEntaL...... I feel like a sack of wet kittens.

Ugh.

No more yanky my wanky.

The donga need SLEEP!

I'm gonna go urinate on the copier so there is a wee little electrical fire and we can can all go home.

to sleep.

Nope. I still aint paid my 10 bucks to get rid of the ads!

So...Ok. I still got nuthin, but I want to confuse the ad generator at the top of the page with the following words or sentences.

Puppies.
Marxism
Diarrhea at first base
Fleas are equivocal.
Pork monkey
Gilligan's vagina
The tortured soul of John Ritter?
Wombats know Calculus!

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Ok. Let's see what that does. Maybe I can get the site's ad generating computer to start shaking and belching acrid smoke!

I'm bored.

Got writer's block.

I'm just saying!


*unreported re-issue alert*

Er... restless last night, so I got to sleep about 4 am.....so in order to get any little scrap of sleep I dialed up Secret (my personal alarm clock) and asked her to CALL me in case I was going to sleep through and be late for work. (yes, I HAVE an alarm clock but I'll be damned if I can ever set it right!) Anyhoos, I dreaming like a little cooing baby and the phone rings and it's Secret and I look at the clock and I have 5 minutes to get up, get dressed and drive to work.

So, I busted into a frenzied show of wobbly, sleepy yet maniacal, getting ready for work styled action, threw on clothes, put my bra on (What?), and RAN down the stairs, and jumped in my car and sped out.....

friggin made it to work in 3 minutes!

Scared the hell out of some lady that tried to get in my way!!

MOOOOVE IT!!!!!

Now, I'm sitting here while my boss is out having breakfast or sleeping in. I need to find the toothbrush I keep up here.

FUNKY!

Oh, and kudos to Secret for racing by to hand over my work phone right as I walked in the door.

The co-ordination this morning was brilliant!