nhpsychobilly131

so work was craptacular as per usuall. first thing in the morning was a 23 year old girl, dead on the floor, mother hysterical, WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! i said it once i'll say it again, my vacation cant come fast enough. its wierd though, it doesnt bother me in the sense that i get all rattled, i just go home at the end of shift feeling worn out. and i know i'll be back again soon enough to go do it all again. oh well, another day another dollar.
and again on my way home this morning, i had a run in with one of my most despised enemies, the not so rare and elusive northamerican spandex clad bicycle enthusiast.
speaking of which, does anyone know what can wash all blood evidence off of a shovel?

and now, after weeks in the lab conducting experiments (ie: in my living room watching motel hell, blood diner, and the like) i have finally perfected the scientific formula for a good weekend:
beer+taco bell+B movies+original sega's "booger man"= me fat and stupid drunk more than likely in my underwear having a jaws type scar competition with bones.
why yes ladies, i am single. surprised aren't you
so thats enough for now, i need sleep. hope all is well, have a good weekend, i know i will.
you all now have my permision to reproduce.
bed