Checking back on my calendar I notice that Feb. was a high output month for me, I guess I have a lot of catching up to do to make up for months like April where I only made one or two posts. That's bad. But you don't want to hear about this, you want to hear cool shit like who I got drunk or what crazy shenannigans I've been up to. Of course, being the ancient age of 26, I don't get out much anymore and none of the pretty girls want to talk to an old fart like me. So I'm pretty much stuck, typing with one hand and applying ben gay with the other while I type away past memories and reminence of times when I could effin spell and amuse people with that odd little twinkle in my eye before I broke down into mental anguish....closing the doors and blocking out the light from eyes to drown in the darkness that has engulfed me. Oh whoa is me, I'm so pathetic (note heavy sarcasm here). Ok, I think I'm ready to leave my office and head out to the front desk and face the multitudes (count 12 people) that need my guidance and wisdom in their quest for higher knowledge (higher knowledge here refers to porn and the mechanics of E-mail and the art of photocopying). Hell, I don't make 9 bux an hour for nothing. I know, only $9, that's retarded who can live on that measly shit? No-one really but then this is America and I do live in a college town where 70% of the jobs pay less than $10/hr. unless you're republican or a whore. I may be poor but I'm happy and STD free and I like helping people too! I'm a nice guy, now shut the fuck up and get off yer asshat phone before I push this keyboard through your gaping fat stink hole mouth and make you sneeze P's and Q's you fuckin jock ass date raper. Have a nice day.