I'm feeling... Wednesday, Feb. 16, 2005 So, I'm sitting at the store alone for right now. Derek had to work for a little while at his other job and Craig called in sick (something I can NEVER do) and James is doing inventory at his old store. Boy oh boy, this is going to be interesting. I'm fucking sitting here for about 4 hours on my lonesome. Ah well. I'm sure its been done before and I'm sure this isn't going to be the last time it will happen either. I'm not really bitching about it, I mean, hey, I've been alone here for hours on end alone before. I actually enjoy it. More money for me right? Well, it seems that I am now going to be the workhorse around here now (don't poke fun). You see, Craig isn't working full-time anymore. He only works even days. And only after 3 pm. That leaves alot of hours that have to be picked up. And I am the only one that is really free, if you can call it that. I'm already going on 53 hours for the week. One day off and a house full of screaming fuckheads (sister and friends that is) doesn't make things a whole lot easier. Hopefully this paycheck is going to be very nice. I think that I am scheduled something like 45 hours next week so it better be. I swear, overtime is a godsend. That new car is coming closer and closer all the time. So, tonight I think that I'm going to go over to Taylor's place and learn how to drive a manual. Never even been in the drivers seat of a manual. Ah well. He's got this '93 Honda Civic that he's put alot of work into. Hopefully I can fit into it. I'm a big guy though, so we'll just have to see. If I like the car, well, I think that I'm going to go and get a car loan for a Civic. There is a really nice looking Civic down in Sedalia that could have my name on it if I play my cards right. And after that, it's college. Oh, god, I'm getting goosebumps just thinking about it. College you fucks! Big kid school. Where the beer flows like wine and desperatly loose women wander the streets in search of men similar to me only to wake up the next morning and scream "Oh sweet fucking lord! What have I let inside of me!" This is the promised land ladies and gentleman, and my wing-wong is the compass. Booya. So Tonys back. Pretty fucking sweet if you ask me. Gotta hang with the Two Tone Raver dawg. Be all home-skillet up in here with the 4-1-1 and the O.P.P. 'cuz you know me, G. Welcome back Tony. We'll go to Japan and rip those slanty-eyed gooks a new one. You and me bud. And John. And Dawn. Lacey too. Why not Lexy while we're at it. Steve? Yeah. Jer can't come though. Japs scare easy at the sight of a large reptilian monster that tears through whatever he touches with the greatest of ease. Let's go shootin' some time my friend. I'm sure I can find something in the store that we can tear up with some FMJ rounds. Oh yeah, another VIP on the way home is Steve. Around the 20th of this month we can expect our little miscolored ball of hate and pedophilia to roll out of plane and back into our lives. I swear, to quote "The Family Guy", 'he so deep in the closet, he's finding presents.' Dawn, you better fuck the shit out of that boy, or I just might someone else who will. Booya. Until the next fuck-shit-pissing match, Adam "Tyr" Cameron

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