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I went last night to a place I haven’t been to in a long time. Luckily I had someone special, someone who has faith in me, with me. I sat, I listened, I thought and then thought some more. The only tough thing about the whole night was still having questions, actually having even more than when I went in. But, again this special person was there to listen for me and help to answer anything on my mind.

With all that has been and all that will be for me in this great world I can be happy to know and say that I have some of the best friends in the entire world. The ones that will stay up late with you and help answer some of those questions that are weighting me down EVEN though they have to work the next morning. That can’t be purchased at a Wallgreen’s or bought on EBay. No, these are the friends that come into life and when they do you better damn well hold on to them. I am glad I haven’t lost track with one specific. She is turning out to be more than a friend. She is turning out to be my angel. My own personal guiding light.

Thanks Amy.

Off to the “MALL AT MILLENIA” (read in movie trailer voice). Gonna do the typical shopping and tourist stuff. But hanging with Aimee is making all the difference. What a great week this is going be.

I am going to make this an open discussion for everyone who reads this blog. The link below is to one of my past entries. It was not an experiment or anything of that nature. It was just me merely testing my writing skills and coming up with a story based on one photo and seeing what I could do with it. Click on the link below and read the entry. Then after reading the entry leave me a comment on this entry stating either “Yes” or “No”. No more, no less. We live in a Democracy so that’s the way I will treat this one entry.

Inside the Mind of a Douche-Bag!

I just want to go through my day and do the whole routine knowing that I can send a dirty text message to a friend without having my service taken suspended (Scotty I still think a “Dirty Sanchez” should be called a “Dirty Scotty”).

As I sat at work today I noticed that my texts were not being answered. How can this be? Don’t they want me to bug them at work like they do me? And by “bug” I mean that in a GOOD WAY. We all need that break, a moment to catch up and just have an interesting conversation. Something like this:

“Hey, what’s going on?”
“Not much, just chillin”
“Me too. Man I am bored. What are you doing after work?”
“Your Mom. LOL”
“I Hate You So Much. lsjdlj” (note: predictive texting didn’t work before hitting the send on that swear word)

That’s all I want. Nothing more, nothing less.

And this message is just for the workers of Sprint if you are reading this:

If you ever charge me for fees that I am not suppose to pay again, I am going to make a Blackberry out of “The Sprint Guy’s” head and come in once a week and tell you I am having “dropped calls” and place the head on your counter.