Larry the Cable Guy has been invading my brain as of late. everytime i open my mouth, the words “boy, i’ll tell you what” come out of it. its disgusting, and it’s driving me crazy. this is what happens when you unknowingly spend more than 5 minutes watching any blue collar tv special without protection. it got so bad that i was speaking to ‘Machismo’ about it, and he was howling at me. he was laughing at my choice in redneck language. oh how the tables have turned…
so it’s either that or a blame the recent resurgence of white-trash customers invading my store. i’m seeing the varitable gamut of poor taste tattoos. from barely hidden swastikas to giant chest pieces of pit bulls, you’d think someone set up a jailhouse tatt shop behind the building. i can’t seem to find him though, i keep looking. after seeing a few old english words written across sunburned beer bellies, i want one of my own. instead of “unscarred”, “garcia” or “white power“, i’m going to the overly personalized:
“FEED ME”
anyone else see the Six Feet Under finale? holy crap, how many times can a tv show break your fucking heart? i counted no less than 3 times i, um, yano. i dont wanna say it. i was wiped after, emotionally. and it’s funny, i wasnt a huge fan of the show. it was ok, but i didnt watch it with any regularity. now considering buying some box sets. if i could enjoy having my heart ripped out with one show, imagine having all of them! masochism ahoy!
looks like August’s been a horrible month for everyone when it comes to updating their blogs. all except Kat, who has experienced renewed vigor in writing now that she doesnt have a man expecting her attention. myself included really, i haven’t had anything interesting to write about. days go by, i work. i escape for a few hours. i sleep. if i could find a way to make that sound exciting on a daily basis, i’d keep you glued with more than silly jokes and infantile penis references.
‘the Swede’ is coming to town early in September, and i’m racking my brain to try and figure out a way to keep her 1) entertained in OKC; and 2) from vomiting when she meets me. oh the fun!!!
ps: no pictures today because you are spoiled already.
