Ready for Vaca... VERY ready!

Damn Straight!
Yup... that's right.
I can't wait for the eight hours left between me and Vaca to sail right the fuck on by.
I have been burnin' both ends for the last couple of weeks and I need to unwind.


Like a two-fisted sucker punch!
The way things have been going at work this past week I have just wanted to run screaming from the office.
As of Late I am more a babysitter than coworker.
I know it's called life and that is just how it comes at ya... but I am just tired and need a little room to breath.
Thank god for the brief escapes down to the shop for a little sanity... or insanity I guess is more the case... but it's the small kinds of sanity that keep me inside of the lines.
Lately Punching some one has become more of a possibility than most of my normal day to day control... so like I said for his safety... I am REALLY looking forward to the time off.

Alright enough pissin and moaning.... so are we drinking on Saturday or what?
I intend to have a few... that much I know... Let me know if I am drinking alone or if there will be a small collection of drunk assholes clustered around a game camera somewhere.


All Rick's fault!
oh yeah and rick... I looked at my message log this morning and thanks to you I seem to have a fuckload of text messages that have gather up... Think i need to clean that out some time... you have turned me into a textin' freak I swear... but in reality it was just a matter of time I mean you all knew that I was an "Anti-social prick" to begin with and texting is the perfect way to BS all the time in short bursts that doesn't really require human interaction.... so in other word the perfect method for me.


Stick a fork in me...
Alright... time to wrap this smoke wagon up and head her toward the sun... I am done for the night... talk to you all later

My mind is blank...

Well actually that isn't true....
it is flooded with all kinds of things like "Sprint T1 connection contracts" and "Shift and reboots coverages" "Contracts" and half a million other buzzkills.

So I just have a crapload of... crap on my mind.
It really is fucking up my good time.
Who knew being a responsible adult was such a total pain in the ass.
I just wanna kick something and scream.

**Siiiiiiiiiiiiiigh** I don't think I have the fucking energy... it would end up just being a nudge and a grunt at this fuckin' rate, I swear.