- Mood: I'm an anti-Texite
- Music: The Click Five
Holy Cripes! Congrats to all of you for surviving my annual end-of-summer writer's block. I don't really know what I'm going to say yet, but I'm pretty sure I should try. I mean, honestly...this is getting pretty rediculous.
Where have I been? I've been at work. Work is just blowing my mind right now...well, not really. Drop the "my mind" and you'll be a little closer. I've gotten to the point where caffeine is keeping me going during the day. My buddy Scott and I always down a Mountain Dew in the mornings to wake up. It is our "Morning Dew" (cute huh? Just wait, it gets better). In the afternoons, we need another Mountain Dew to get us going again. We call it our "Afternoon Dew-light" (I told you it got better). Anyfreakinway, work sucks, as always. But I did just get a killer raise.
Here's one for the random thought file. I have never been to Texas, nor have I knowingly had prolonged contact with anyone who is a Texas native. That being said, for some dang reason, I hate Texas and everything it encompasses. It might be their stupid accents or their cocky, holier-than-thou attitude...or maybe it has something to do with a "W". Who knows. All I can say is that Texas had better not run into me in a dark alley.
Bap of the Day goes to Texas. You suck.
More to Come.
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