Night of Cups

You may be tired, 

tired of working, 

tired of worrying about money, 

 tired of everything...

Baked

I am getting ready to be cooked to give up on every YES WE CAN hope and go underground to where the bee's knees are pleasing and easing me into an early grave.  I hope that we can still be friends after all is said and done but something tells me that our motorcycle racings and dance party ravings are a distant past rather than a future potential.  Love can blossom and love can burn and love can cut a hole in the doughy bread baked heart of Your Eddie just as turly as it can burn down the future, just like that - a stray dropped match, a smokey bear's last nicotine cough.

New Starts!

In the business world is is impotent to haf new stats all the time! For Eddie is new starting with the rich visual basic C++ prgramming that he developed in West Louise! This new power tie dream job is rich with the filling of butter and cash advance and Eddie is ready to bring great joy to the team with his power skills and wacking off the wall sense of humor! So cross your fingers for our Eddie as he pushes himself deeper than ever before into the great haze of new workings!

I hate Mondays!

Fuck you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No Days Off

Even when Eddie thinks he's got a day free to work at home the carrion crawler of bullshit slips in underneath the door and steals his security from him. It is with a tear in his eye that he shrivels into a fetus and shits out the last of his resolve.

Pringles Brand Potato Chips

NOW U GRILZ REALLY HAVE SOMETHING TO TLAK ABOUT!!

These Blogs Don't Write Themselves

I tried a little experiment and left this screen open for a day.  I hoped that this blog might write itself.  Unfortunately it won't.  This is hard work!