Welcome to my happily ever after...
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Signed, Sealed, Delivered
OMG...I knew it was the Kevin guy that was really a model. I figured as much seeing as how he's a complete ass. So why did he fuck up the way he did by having those whores in the room? LOL....and boy did he look gay when he was locked in the closet naked with that other guy. I can't wait to see who wins.
Driving myself this week has been great. I made a new mix CD last night from songs I downloaded, and my new favorite song is "Signed, Sealed, Delivered" by Colton Ford. For those of you who don't know who he is, he does porn. Or did rather...I think he recently quit. And this guy is HOOTTTT. Google him and you'll see how hot. Who knew he could sing? Apparently he had a record deal back in the mid 90s and then lost his deal after he only had one mini hit, so I guess he fell back on doing porn. Lucky for me. His videos are good.
So that aside, I listen to music and sing my ass off in the car on the way here. It makes the time go quickly. I really dig those club remixes of popular songs. A good example is a Thunderpuss remix I found of "Slave 4 U". Only thing is that they make me drive fast.
We have meetings all freaking day here so it should be wonderful. It seems like I'm constantly covering for someone when they are out of pocket. As a result, I have become rather versatile, and my company takes advantage of it. They know they can give me whatever and I'll eventually figure it out. The reward for doing a good job? Doubtful.
I'm adjusting to going home to an empty house every night. In fact, not having to cook a big dinner night after night was been wonderful. Last night I had Lipton Noodles and Sauce, and on Monday I ate rice. That's it. Rice. I didn't have to scrounge up meat. Tonight I'm having a grilled cheese sandwich. I'm eating like i did in college again! Then again, picking up something at Eatzi's sounds good too. I can do anything I want!
Tonight is Top Model and Ghosthunters. I think Wednesday is my favorite TV night. Sundays is good too though because of America's Funniest Home Videos and Desperate Housewives. Speaking of DH, are they going to tell what's in that baby chest anytime soon? My guess is a dead baby, but who knows. And I wonder who wrote the note to the lady who killed herself? Could it be that snoopy neighbor that's going to blackmail the divorcee who burned down Nicolette's (AKA Quilt-face) house? I can't wait to find out. It kinda reminds me of Twin Peaks back from the day.
I'm out.
3:51 p.m. - 2004-10-20
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