If This Were My Job
I’d surely be fired. Actually, I’d probably be laid off. I’ve found out that I’m quite good at that. Oh but that’s some other lame sob story.
I went through some of my unfinished posts the other day. It’s hard finding a reason or motivation to post rants based off of events from months ago. Maybe I’ll just post them “as is” some day so that you can see how dark and sexy it is up in my brain. What I’m really trying to say here is that I’m going to Maine for a week.
Yeah what’s up with that? From a business point of view that’s borderline mentally challenged. Granted, it also doesn’t fit my spiritual agenda if I have one at all. All I’m saying is that sometimes a brother like myself wants some chicken on a Sunday. If you go here you can watch the suits at Chick-Fil-A try to convince you that they’re closed on Sundays to give their slaves a rest. So where am I supposed eat chicken on Sundays? Olive Garden? Red Lobster? That’s crazy pills talk!
So I’m visiting my parents in Maine. I’m sure it will be a good time as usual. Maybe I’ll even take some lovely pictures and post them on this website. At times I forget that I can and should take the time to post whatever crap I want on here. I mean this is my own personal space! You could even say that this is my space! No, that doesn’t sound right.
Jackercrap 