So here's the thing, it's been a while! It's time for me to bring you another installment of the stories and the bitchin' fun I've been living! Well, where do I start? How about with the past year and a half? In a nutshell, had a girlfriend, got engaged, had lots of parties, got really drunk, got really drunk some more, got fired from Bryan Manor, got laid off from another job, quit another job, currently working in a shit hole, got a piece-o-shit car, got a peice-o-shit truck, broke up with girlfriend (thank God), had my CD player stolen, had the Chicken Pox, moved six times, owned a dog farm, and that pretty much brings us to the present. Every weekend you can usually find me at Fats or Crossroads or Neons, and if ya come out to one of those places and you see me, I'll probably be out on the dance floor! I just can't go to a public place without dancing. It's almost habit.

I'm currently working at Wal-Mart. I fucking hate it. Every day I come to work thinking, "Maybe today someone will kill me!" But it never happens. I went and tested at Murray Center on September 10th so hopefully sometime soon I'll be getting a call from them! I'm currently single, and I'm not really looking for a relationship, so any girl who feels interested in just having a good time give me a call 367-0579!

Anyway, on the morning of September 28th at about 2am I was leaving Fats on my way to Neons in Centralia, when I got pulled over for a busted tail light. I had been drinking so I kinda figured that I was screwed! Four county cars pulled me over and the cop smelled the alcohol on me and gave me an alcohol screening, and of course I failed it. So that morning I was arrested and taken to jail on the count of illegal consumption. Jail really isn't that bad! I posted my own bail and was released two hours later.

I'm about to get fired from my job and the cops took my licence and I don't have a vehicle that runs and I have about two cents in my pocket. So if anyone wants to come shit on my head right now it probably wouldn't make a difference because my life couldn't get any worse!

Oh yeah, and my fish died! Pete was a good fish, but he was old, and he just couldn't make it any longer. Donations to the Save A Fish Foundation can be made directly into my wallet!

And I'm here to set the record straight once and for all. It's not "supposABly," dumbass, It's "supposEDly"! Nothing gets on my nerves more than someone who mispronounces words!

Well I guess that's it for this week. Return back next week for more of me! And trust me, it'll be a lot more interesting! And remember, a piece of ass isn't as good as the whole thing!