Oh Shit

So, I've been planning on writing a special post for some time now. I'd been counting the days. But suddenly, something went wrong...I mean right.

On the sixteenth, Will and I got off work at 2:30 a.m. I went home, took a shower and went over to Will's house for some good drinking. I was there until about noon that day. I ended up going home and going to bed. I got up at 7 something 'r other, and my dad gave me cheeseburgers and told me I needed to call Will. I ended up going somewhere and having a good time and got drunk and had a really good time.

If you love someone, and you would take a bullet in the anus for them, put this in your profile.

New subject.

There's a dumb guy that works at Pilkington. His teeth are all sorts of colorful (mainly black and brown), and he has a nice little pony tail with a piece of cloth on the top of his head. He talks like a NASCAR fan, and he probably is one. He works night shift with me. Will works day shift with Justin and Cameron. The plant was on shutdown for two weeks. After the first week, I was called in to inspect and repack glass. As were Will and Crackie (the NASCAR fan, because he's a crack-head). Will and I got to work the same station with Crackie two days in a row, I think. Will brought in some crazy brown NASCAR teeth to wear and make fun of Crackie.

I'll stop there and date it for now. Leave me comments. They make me feel like people are actually reading my blogs and motivate me to write more.

~6:11 PM Jul 17,2005