I'm not dead folks! I'm alive and kickin!
So here I am, it's 3:30 on a beautiful Monday morning, and I'm in one of those thinking moods. I took some NyQuil like 3 hours ago, and I don't think it's working because if it was, I'd be passed out on the couch right now. And I wouldn't be typing. Stupid NyQuil.
So for those of you that don't know, I have a new job. I'm a custodial engineer at the Vail School District Office, also known as a janitor. I no longer work at the Rita Ranch Market. I make $9.21 an hour at the DO, and it's flexible, I get state retirement, and once I get 5 or 6 hours a day, I get all the benifits and shit. It's good times.
Hm... what else?
I'm quite the confused one, in regards to a lady. Last time I called, which was over two weeks ago, the boyfriend answered the phone. Let's just say I almost ripped off the steering wheel from the Rizuzu of Doom. So, I've hit a roadblock. I don't know if I should blow through it, guns blazing. Or stop, turn around, and go another way. What to do, what to do? A part of me is saying stick with it. But another part is saying forget it. And the part that says stick with it says I also need to have a chat, a little face to face, heart to heart talk, ya dig? Yeah... I think that's what I need to do.
Oh, I'm the assistant flagman (or at least I think I still am) for the Tucson Raceway Park Winter Series that's at the end of the month, January, and February, which I think is gonna be pretty badass. I'd much much much rather be racing a big beefy hardcore badass factory stock, but no tengo diner. Maybe for the regular season I'll be able to pull something together, and be able to go out there and race to my heart's content. Maybe.
I'm full of maybe. And full of shit.
So for those of you that don't know, I have a new job. I'm a custodial engineer at the Vail School District Office, also known as a janitor. I no longer work at the Rita Ranch Market. I make $9.21 an hour at the DO, and it's flexible, I get state retirement, and once I get 5 or 6 hours a day, I get all the benifits and shit. It's good times.
Hm... what else?
I'm quite the confused one, in regards to a lady. Last time I called, which was over two weeks ago, the boyfriend answered the phone. Let's just say I almost ripped off the steering wheel from the Rizuzu of Doom. So, I've hit a roadblock. I don't know if I should blow through it, guns blazing. Or stop, turn around, and go another way. What to do, what to do? A part of me is saying stick with it. But another part is saying forget it. And the part that says stick with it says I also need to have a chat, a little face to face, heart to heart talk, ya dig? Yeah... I think that's what I need to do.
Oh, I'm the assistant flagman (or at least I think I still am) for the Tucson Raceway Park Winter Series that's at the end of the month, January, and February, which I think is gonna be pretty badass. I'd much much much rather be racing a big beefy hardcore badass factory stock, but no tengo diner. Maybe for the regular season I'll be able to pull something together, and be able to go out there and race to my heart's content. Maybe.
I'm full of maybe. And full of shit.