He's BAAAAAAAAAAACK

He�s BAAAAAAAAAAAAACK.

I wish I had some wonderfully crafty explanation of where I�ve been like I went on a bender and wound up in Tijuana with a needle in my arm, a tattoo of a butt on my butt, and handcuffed to a chain smoking hooker named Tina. Unfortunately, from a story telling perspective, that did not happen. What did happen was a lot of me working, sleeping, a few nights of madhouse drinking, and from time to time, getting into a verbal altercation with drag queens and male escorts. The male escort story wasn�t a verbal altercation per se; it was more me flicking a lite cigarette at him.

I seem to have come down with a cold-like substance that has caused sneezing, dizziness, and Eric acting like a bumbling idiot at work. It lasted a week and then had a relapse over the weekend. It�s an annoying beast of a virus and I hope it dies a horrible, horrible death.

Other notable events of my absence are slim to none. I was sucked into the Olympics for two weeks and I have to say that it was the most disappointing spectacle I�ve witnessed as far as the games go. Can we please start a petition to bring back the Soviet Union? I would greatly appreciate it.

The greatest thing at work has been the XM-Radio purchase. My favorite stations thus far have been the International Pop station and the Latina Dance/Pop music. When that was played yesterday I felt like I was in the parking lot of my apartment complex. I�ve heard blistering renditions of both �Last Dance� and �I Will Survive.� Ole!

You�ll notice that the pictures on the pages of my diary have also gone on the lamb. Funny things happen when you don�t pay for your supergold membership. They take things down�things like your pictures and comments section. Pay day is this Friday and most likely come Friday my crazy ass face will be up on the page again. Look forward to pictures of me looking, um��special.�

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