Save Lando

i finally reached my weekend, and boy was it a long, slow process. toughest work week of the last 5 years, i would vouch. the new owners seem pretty clueless, and its stressing everyone out. everyone working there has been ready to walk out on at least 2 occasions this week, and i can’t say that i’m not one of them. frustration abounds, and i’ve been working so hard, i’ve had to have lost at least 5lbs from not having any time to eat in itself. the new owners are foreign, so understanding anything they say is nigh impossible. hooray. and even better, i found out that my 2 new bosses are younger than i am. by one year. guess nepotism has its rewards (they being the niece and nephew of the money-man).

i’m still awake passing 3am tonight. i’m overtired and unwilling to go to bed. my body aches and my head throbs. i think i’m unraveling by the hour. so this is how people break. i don’t want to sleep, if i stay up, i still have three days off ahead of me. i’m ripping cd’s to my new HD so i can listen to some music whilst online. long overdue if you ask me, listening to the same 4 albums over and over werent doing it any more for me. bah, fuck it. i’ll finish this later. i’m awake, but can’t seem to hold enough interest in this to continue any more.

wow, that was entirely pointless that night. after that, i layed in bed for a good 2 hours, shiftless. sadly, the boredom hasnt dissapeared. i’m contemplating a repeat viewing of the dukes of hazzard movie. if that doesnt scream desperate, i dont know what does. i’ve tried leaving notes in other peoples blogs, but i cant seem to spit anything out without stepping all over the original intention of my post. its hard not to believe that my minimal social skills have atrophied into their current state. functional retardation is creeping into my head, but maybe only to get some sort of free government cheese or other assistance.

this is pathetic, i’m done for now.

i have seen no attempts at any of my suggested topics. i’m quite dissapointed in all of you. fix this. i’d post something on one of my suggestions, but I cant be the first, it would set a bad precedent. i once filled out a survey that had the celeb crush in it, but would now like to rescind my #’s 2 & 3. sorry ruthie, sorry brody. ok Jodes, maybe you were right… shush. i could talk about how my football team is going to the superbowl, but dont think anyones interested. i could post pictures of my ass as requested, but think that would serve to both excite, and sicken (take your pick) my readers. plus taking pictures of anything below the waist is pretty tacky.

i came back from my three day weekend to find that my store had new ownership. surprise! i’m not sure how to react to it. the store is different if only in feeling. quiet. antiseptic and alien. in one way, its nice knowing that the ship might right itself business-wise. but in another, the owners are foreign and arent friends of mine, and the job security isnt quite set in stone. i dont think i have anything to worry about, they seem to like me well enough. and given that i am fucking awesome at my job, be a shock to see them eager to rid of me. i mean, no one else can spacewalk like i can. someone even let it slip that i might see a 10% increase in pay. lets hope that they’re in the know instead of their usual ‘full of shit’.

it seems that with each progressive year that passes, things get more and more jacked. like everything is falling apart in slow motion, myself included. not sure if this is a common feeling with all of us, but it needs to friggin’ stop. i’m tired of eroding. it’s like i’m personally becoming the ‘5 &1/2 minute hallway’ (for lack of a better description), and i can’t do anything to stop it. is this happening to any of you? it’s almost like reverse claustrophobia. i’m scared that when the ride stops, there’ll be nothing left to grab onto, nothing left to hold. every sort of stability i thought i had has managed to wonder away when i wasnt looking. obviously the job thing, my health cant be getting any better, and people are watching things like desperate housewives and enjoying it. when the churches advertise on the radio around here about a decline in morailty, i’m half inclined to agree. i mean who could enjoy that show and not be secretly worshipping the dark lord?

way to go dumbass, making something serious into a fucking joke again. grow up.

so i’m getting ready for a shower the other day, and like all good people, was staring at myself in the mirror. yeah, and i was naked. for some reason, i was checking myself out, and i decided something. i have a pretty decent man-ass. i mean, its awesome for a bigger guy. and even now, it doesnt seem like it was anything out of the ordinary, except that the admiring period was a bit extended, at somewhere near 5 minutes. thats not strange is it? i dont think so, had i been doing something like drawing faces on it and speaking through my hole, yeah sure, THAT might be strange, but just checking myself out, i dont see the harm. gotta figure that someone has to be checking it out, and i figure that i’m an prime target, as i know i can get some from myself (guess that makes me easy).

hmm. what else? ohhh, Andria and I had a conversation a few days ago. basically consisted of her trying to show me pics of her battery operated sex toys, and then balking before sending said pics. so in all fairness, i will post a picture of my sex toys to prove that i am not ‘weak-sauce’. get that roll of paper towels ready, ladies.

don’t say i didnt warn you. did i lose anyone there? if you need to take a break, i understand.

it seems my work situation is at least becoming a little bit more stable. not much, but a little. there’s a potential buyer for my store, and it sounds like he wants to make improvements (new space shuttles, space suits, etc). he seemed to take a shine to yours truly, so i think i’m ripe for sticking through a switch. somewhat good news depending on his salary generousity. good news, go figure.

increasing boredom with all things lately. bored with my game. bored with work. bored with being online. not so bored with watching television. thats when you know something is wrong. i can sit around and watch the Colbert Report all day and not get tired of it, but cant be bothered to check my email more than 3 times a week (unless its my gmail, that i check constantly). someone help me out, any suggestions?

i suppose i could write more, but we all know it’ll last a few days before i’m wondering off again. i think that maybe its that you guys arent doing a good enough job of keeping me entertained. the eminent double standards law of 2006 says that my readers need to write more, and more frequently. what about say you? be curious to see some celebrity crush entries. you know we all have them. always welcome people writing about music. pictures are always nice to look at. there you go guys, entertain me. NOW! GO! YOU’RE WASTING DAYLIGHT!

so, i havent written since x-mas. sure thats coming as no real surprise to anyone here, you’ve seen my writing habits dwindle into nothingness for the past 9 months (those of you that have stuck around).

so in a repeat performance. my job situation is shaky at best. the owner of my store has decided that she’s selling and wants out. ever since her husband passed away, she’s been having problems with the financial aspect of things. and since her dead husbands kids have the entire trust and her wealth in probate, all her assets are frozen, and we’re lucky if our checks clear without bouncing. so hooray! another stress-filled work environment evolved from my once care-free employer.

it sounds from everyone like they’re having the exact same kind of year so far. Loopy is unemployed again (sorry), and Andria ate a full cast cheese mold of Bea Arthur in 16 minutes.

Machismo and myself are still attempting to get over this winter/summer flu we have going. the weather here cant decide what season it is, and fluctuating between 30 degrees and 75 degrees has ultimately ended in me having to extract 47 pounds of mucus from my chest every morning. once, i even horked on my keybored here. thanks Oklahoma!!!!!

i’m sure i told at least one of you an old story about how i found a butt plug in the trash can at an old job of mine. i took pictures (in black and white so they could exude that class usually associated with ass-plugs) so i would have that memory. well, the sex bandit seems to have struck my workplace again. here is what i found thursday.

the package was empty. which kind of creeps me out. of course, had it not been empty, i might have been more creeped out. who knows what customer (or co-worker) 1.) payed $30 for this; or 2.) has been toting this around my store. they could be using it in the bathroom….. or office….. or ten feet away from me when i’m staring out the window praying for an untimely and freeing death. and i know, you’re creeped out because i snagged it out of the trash and proceeded to show it to all of my co-workers before bringing it home to snap photo’s of it.

but i did it for you.

hell, i’m creeped out by the advertisment on the front. “let my pussy swallow you whole”. so now the funny thing is, its sitting in my room waiting to be thrown away. how am i going to toss this box without people thinking its mine? the irony is rich and delicious, even to myself.