Currently drinking: Busch Light
Currently listening to: Anniemal - Annie
Currently blogging on: Blogger
Currently typing on: Logitech Cordless Desktop Duo MX 700
Currently trying to: fart
Currently beginning to: ROCK YOUR SOCKS OFF WITH A NEW POST!!

Ok, so I may not be rocking your socks off, but prepare yourself for a new post. Are you prepared? Are you in a fetal position under a desk? Ok, because this blog will burn and then disintegrate you!

Ok, so I was lying about that too. Why? Well, I stubbed my toe. Does that count? No. Well, forget about it. Let's move on.

So, I spent most of my day sleeping. Set my alarm for noon and kept hitting my snooze every 10 minutes until 3pm. Then I got up and went to work. Work was good at first. We got a new Cigarette Display Case which gives me more room to crank out the Lotto tickets to the poor saps that hope against hope that they will get the winning number. GET A CLUE!!! It was ungodly busy today. *curses Saturdays, especially Saturdays that I have to work* I spent most of my time trying to draw something while I was cooped up in the bulletproof box that I stand in. Nothing came out. The only thing that did come out was a bunch of horrible doodles that I left unfinished. I just wasn't feeling that creative today. So, then I tried my hand at getting some work done early. I.e. stocking the cooler with da booze, cleaning up coffee spills, taking trash out and the like, but it was so busy I basically looked like a manic depressive chicken with it's head chopped off. However, my loving mother brought my chinese. ROCK!!!! It was a delicous course of fried rice & veggies w/ some crab rangoons, and a FORTUNE COOKIE!!

Oh, and in the back there was this pitiful cricket just moping around. I poked at him with my foot and he finally started to move.....s...l...o...w...l...y. I think he lost a leg or something. Anywho, the whole evening I took extra special care to avoid him even though he's probably carrying worms just waiting to give them to the unsuspecting animal that eats him. All night I stepped over him or around him. Then closing time came. I swept the floor, and carried the broom and butler over the cricket while I went out to the store to sweep. I mopped the floor, and carried the mop over the cricket while I went out to the store to mop. Then after I got back from reading the gas pumps I carelessly rushed back to the office to turn off all the outside lights and while I was leaving the store I was going to send him my regards, but I couldn't find him. He was hiding from me... on the bottom of my shoe.

Then I came home, all ready for a shower and then some relaxation. As I was walking in the dark, practically crawling. (har har har) I stubbed my foot into two heavy clay flower pots. A long list of obscenites followed while I hobbled inside to bitch to anyone that was awake about why anyone would leave anything on the sidewalk. My mom didn't care to hear about it. So I grumbled and went to the bathroom to put something down on paper.

Now, I'm here easing the pain with some horrible Busch Light, and typing this. Nothing interesting here. Well I guess I could put something interesting down.

My mother told me that there has been a rash of ID Theft lately, about 4 million victims in the U.S. that have Visa or Mastercards. Apparently a virus got into one of their mainframes and exported a bunch of member information to eager hackers. Maybe I'm 1 or 4 million. *crosses fingers*

P.S. I recently received an anonymous comment about whoring myself out on MySpace. Well guess what Little Ani Nymus? I've taken your advice and done just that. Check me out!