I have been running on fumes all week. This week needs to be done. All people have been doing is complaining. That completely brings me down. I just want to be chipper and perky all the time.

I got another damned parking ticket. Son of a Bitch. I mean seriously how many of those things can I get in one month. I think the answer is three. The police need to ease up on me. They should know give a "you got your plates stolen" here is a free voucher for a parking ticket.

Did I tell you that Banker quit. I'm still very upset about this.

The Postman answered the phone when he was naked in bed with a boy. I was very disturbed by this. He just volunteered that information too. I didn't ask what he was up to.

I took some pictures of myself with my Burt Reynolds. I guess that is what the majority of the post is about. I just really wanted to post some pics. If I weren't working so much, I might have more to put on the blog. And work is not interesting. I did almost get into a fight tonight though. These guys were all in my face. I was a little scared but I did not show it. Sometimes I feel like a tiny dog against the beast. I hold my own but I look like I could get taken in a second. I fight rough is what I say to myself in my head.



This is the infamous mustache you have all been waiting for.



You should really start asking yourself if I'm wearing any clothes.



The answer is maybe.



Oh and I think my neck looks super skinny in this photo. Like scary skinny. I'm worried about myself.