For the very first time... I feel so alive!

Wow so where do I begin? I'll start small and end big.

Okay, so today I took a vacation day. I am just really burnt out at work and the stress of bills and my job is adding up. Therefore, I decided I needed me time. So that's how that goes. I submitted some vacation time and yeah so I am here writing instead of at work. GO ME!

As alway's I would like to explain a bit of my day in more detail. Let's start from the beginning. I was woken up again this morning prematurely by my cell phone on 4 ocassions. Okay to put this into perspective, time I got off work and got in bed it was 5AM. Sooo moving onto my story. I received my first call around 9AM in the morning. I ignored it. Then thirty minutes later I'm woken up again...same person. I ignored it again. Then I get a call from my aunt. My aunt and my cousin are coming in town to deliver my 14 box's of girl scout cookies I ordered as a courtesy to my cousin's daughter. Therefore, I had to get over to my parents and present them with a check. It's like 10:30AM at this point and I am not in the mood for company. I look and feel like shit and HELL it's suppose to be my vaction. I snoozed until about 11:00AM and baam my alarm started going off. Friggin A!

So obviously you would guess... I had no desire to sleep at that point b/c it was impossible. Not to mention, my dog was on doggie crack running around the bed like it was Christmas morning and the fucking dog from the taco bell commericals was here to give her some loving. I let her out to pee as I too go to empty my pisser.

Sooo... okay breakfast. Yes, I washed my hands first. I had a butterscotch pudding cup. My dog is so funny. While im in the kitchen eating my pudding cup I can see her head popping up into the door class. The way my side door is designed is the glass starts just short of the middle. Therefore, it was just funny to see such a tiny dog jump that high peeking into the kitchen letting me know she see's me. I could have just let her in but no it was too cute. Therefore, I just sat and watched. Poor thing. YES I let her in. She over reacts to the slightest change in tempature. So it's cold outside lorsh. Go do your business and you wouldn't be forced to spend longer periods at the door.

At any rate, I am rambling as alway's. It's tough being a parent. My doggy is so spoiled though its' great. I love it. I wouldn't exchange her for the world though. She's to die for.

Moving on ...

I grabbed a shower... was trying to find a dress shirt that I liked. Pretty much all my black dress shirts were in the washer. (Yes, I own more then one black dress shirt. Several in fact. Black is a slimming color. hehe.) SO anyhow... I had to put that in the dryer and let it tumble. I went and got a shower... came out and found angel back in bed again. (my doggie is angel btw)

I had to get her off my layed out jeans I had just ironed b/c she was sniffing and licking them lol. I go away for a few minutes to shower and she's already missing me and cuddling up to my jeans. Oiy.

So anyhow I made it over to my folks house got my cookies and went home.

When I returned it was like 2PM or something maybe even 3PM. I was starved with just eating a pudding cup. I made myself some eggs, bacon, and diced potato's. "If your dan quayle, you'd say potatoe's, btw."

After my lunch I took a nap on the couch w/ Angel, b/c I was terribly tired still. Guess what? About a half an hour into the nap I got another phone call.. Guess who? Same person who called at 9 in the morning. This time wanting me to meet them at O-Charley's to watch a UK game. I said I would but in actuality I didn't and wasn't going to. lol. It's my vacation day it's pamper day.

Soooo. I couldn't go back to sleep so I watched Oprah's Katrina Move in Day special on my Tivo. I had recorded it and never watched it. I also finished watching American Idol from the week before.

After I was done watching TV I moved onto the computer where I met "HOT or NOT" ...and boy is he a HOT for sure! So I was drunk on Valentines (Who isn't drunk that's single on Valentines?) Okay so enough said. I know what our thinking too... sooner. Wesley, your drinking again? Yes, never stopped haha. I don't give a shit. I like to rock it with my cock out. At any rate, Sooner is my official diaryland stalker... Ok to be fair it's not cool to call him that anymore b/c I stalk him just as much as he once stalked me. I have alway's been so curious about him. He claims to be in law school and be a midget. Well I went thru and caught up on his diary since i've been gone. (that's a good song btw from Kelly Clarkson) "Since you've been gone for the first time... I LOVE IT. Okay so anyhow... So yeah sooner had wrote a story in his diary about going to the movies and being waited on by this midget lady. The story was written as if a normally tall person was looking in. Therefore, I have confirmed my suspicions that Sooner is not a midget. Law School maybe. I know he say's he works out of Newark which is cool. I've alway's loved big cities. People tell me all the time I belong in one. "That a nice thing to tell someone, btw?" lol. So anyhow yeah I look like a model now a days and dress the part. Well living in rural ky and wearing bright orange flip flops, a black armani dress shirt, destroyed jeans, coco chanel sunglasses & a destroyed farmer hat. WOHOOOO. Oh yeah and not to mention my louis vuitton doggy bag w/ doggy in tow.

Sooo anyhow back to what I was friggin saying. See Sooner, look what you do to me. You take me off track. Anywho. I was speaking to this dude on my buddly list. I have no clue how he got on my buddy list or who he was. Thus, curiousity :) I text'd him (Oh yes this was valentines btw) I texte'd him on Valentines when I was drunk. I wasn't out of my mind drunk but lubed. When I'm lubed I talk...talk...talk. Okay so im lubed now. haha. I drink people Okay I drink.

So yes, as I stated in prior communications I have addictions. I've been able to make it to the top of the coporate food chain with this addictions so I keep them. I haven't been able to stop them as of yet.

At any rate, back to texting. I was drunk so I text'd people I didn't know just to fuck with them b/c I was bored. He turned out to be pretty cool. Therefore, we started to talk...

Anyhow, after that he started to text me. Yep...text me. So push come to shove I find out he's 30 minutes from me in college and boy oh boy is he fine. He sends his pic first and he sends a link to hot or not where he's listed. Just to tell you how hot he's got a 9.9 out of 10.

So anyhow. I have date with him. Wesley's love life returns just as gaytales comes back online. HOW IRONIC is that? Cool eh?

Soooo I want to finish tonights diary with the following:

Selling our ports to foreigners. What the fuck are we thinking? Shall we say "crazy"?? I think we should. Should we say were just asking for it?? I think we should use the term "Stupid politics" Why the fuck are we selling out? WHY? Class, can you answer that question??

At any rate, I end this with wise words of wisdom...

If you don't write your legislators about this act of blatent retard business then your aiding a terrorist.

I hope you all have a wonderful Sat. Night. I've got me a bottle of Rum and maybe I'll head out to the club and get a couple booty pirates to go w/ it. hehe.

Until next time America, stay young and fucking sexy.