4/26/07

I have decided that my job is like dating a super hot super model. It is really awesome and others are totally jealous of me, but at some point it doesn’t matter how hot she is, you get tired of putting up with her crap! Don’t get me wrong, I'm not planning on dumping her, er, I mean quitting. I guess I'm just a little burned out at the moment. I need a vacation. I should probably stop complaining and just enjoy boinking a super model. Well, John got another ride to pick up his “new” car last night so I still don’t know what it is. I'll find out tonight. I hadn’t given it much thought but I'm now thinking it is probably that red Honduh Civic he was looking at a while back. If it is I'm going to have to think of ways to give him grief about it. Of course in a few months, when he gets tired of it, I'll probably wind up buying it. No, what will happen is he’ll throw a little money into it, some kid will offer him a ludicrous sum of money, and he’ll be back on foot looking for a ride to work. Oh, there it is, the way I'm going to give him grief! I have played the, “Aw, you’ll just sell it in a month,” card before though. I don’t know, we’ll see. Well, I'm not coming up with stuff to say and the super model is whining about me not paying her any attention, so I guess I'd better go. Y'all have a day.