Yes, I am. Shit, you forgot to mention the Union. Union's make supervisors their bitch. Thank God Georgia doesn't allow that shit.
Meeting a friend for happy hour soon. Woo hoo! Guess who doesn't have to set her alarm clock tomorrow? Last night I was teasing a co-worker, asking if he was engaged yet. (I haven't seen him in almost a month, and I know it's happening soon). He said that every time he floats an idea out to his girlfriend she shoots them down. Nice, romantic dinner followed by a proposal at home? Hell, no. Trip to Hawaii and proposal on the beach? Cliche. What is this girl expecting? I knew this girl had the personality of a wet mop from work functions, but I had no idea she was so high maintenance (she's not that cute) or controlling. All I could do was laugh and give him shit. Isn't this a huge, red flag? I think he's an idiot. I'd change my mind about proposing if some bitch was that demanding about the logistics.
To continue to drunken Irish tad theme, here's a fantastic song, one of the few that have ever moved me close to tears. No doubt many of you emigre's will appreicate it. Read the lyrics at the bottom for better understanding if you need.
Check this shit out: Skip to him getting off the stage if you're that hard pressed for time and still crawling this thread. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9lFe504i2s For some reason the youtube video won't embed properly, just visit youtube.
Holy shit, the apple magic mouse + Photoshop is a dream. Not to mention a brand new computer where even the paintbrush tool doesn't need to catch up with my motion.
After watching Nett's Deere video this was the next one in the queue on youtube. Hillbilly's wet dream:
Man, I love my girlfriends dads tv. Samsung 55", 120hz LED, with surround sound. Her and her mom are out shopping, so I'm hanging out with the bulldog, drinking coors light and watching super troopers on bluray. Great vacation.
Uh...yes. In fact, that's actually what he wants, even if he doesn't know it. When he walked in and said that, he was really saying "time for you to punch me in the neck and then drink all my booze to punish me for saying retarded shit." And now you know...
Punch away, Juice man I recieved a large jar of Tennessee moonshine for helping a buddy of mine move the other day. It's rather tasty (subtle pear flavor) and I think I will be cracking into that this evening. Cheers to grain alcohol!
Was he saying it jokingly? Now if he would've used the word "chillaxin'" that warrants an instant punch to the face.