I'm Taking A Rubber Mallot To My Phone.

Honestly? Could this phone ring more? Seriously? Can all seven phone lines fill up any faster? I'm about to go insane. This is also, mind you, day like 3 million that I have had these severely ridiculous head pains. I think I'm gonna die. If I do die, this is my will as follows:

Credit Card Debt: n/a.

Quad: my little sister Melanie.

Car: my little sister Melanie.

Laptop: my little sister Melanie.

Guitar Hero: Jared. (cause he's my brotha rock.)

Stinky Sweaty Gym Clothes: Good Will (cause we all know they will sell it for twice the original cost).

Socks (toes socks included): my little sister Melanie.

Shower Cap: my best friend Rachel. (just cause she got me one in Mexico.)

...And well, I guess that's all I am good for. So, upon the arrival of my death, I wish to be cremated and my ashes mixed with a Sonic Cherry Limeade (or Pumpkin Spice Latte from Starbucks! Mmm. See yesterday's blog entry for details) and spread throughout the Oregon Dunes. Yes, please.

Now that we have that covered, on to the good stuff:

I must say that I am incredibly excited for snow. Believe it or not, I am preparing myself to go ice skating. Yes, that's what I said. And no, I have never gone. My goals in life are few but important. Someday, I hope to go to DisneyLand, Paris, Vegas, Australia, Hawaii, Mexico. Ah, let's just get a round trip ticket around the globe (is that possible?) Could you just imagine how much a ticket of that mass cost? My entire 401k? Which, brings me to another complaint, but I will save that for another day. Let's just say, at this point, social security will be squashed upon my coming retirement age.

Andddd another thing. Let's talk: dirt rain. Yes, it is possible, and yes, my little town did indeed suffer from it. I awoke from my slumber this morning (or lack there of) and out the door I go for yet again, another day at the office, only to find my car cover is soot. Now, I know I let my car get beyond unreasonably filthy, but let's face it- it can only get so bad before even the dirtiest of mall rats get sick of looking at it. I remember it being dirty, but not this bad. So I get in my car and blast the windshield wipers- only to smear the sludge further. Good news was, apparently, I was not the only one suffering from this disease, but my fellow co-workers (and the entire county) as well. It was gross. Luckily, it rained again and fortunately for us, it was clean and powerful enough to wash away the...whatever it was. It looked like some cowboy/hick/get r done/cattle hurdlin' stud muffin had his bottom lip cascading with Grizzly tobacco chew and just blew chunks across the globe. Stupid hill-billys.

I love you guys, really....I do....just keep it in your lip.

Well, that's all for now. No Brad Pitt, six-pack showin' hunks today. Just a nice pack of Grizzly. Till tomorrow....

~H3

*Today, I am thankful for: Excedrin Migraine, Ebay, ridiculously large coffee cups, Sally Hansen Hard As Nails and ATV oil (20-50 solution.) Yeahhh buddy.

...By the way: Firestone smells like a jellyfish. I'm just saying...........they suck, don't do business with them.