I Should Be Sleeping

Hey folkarinos,

At this point before my 8 AM meterology exam, I should be well on my way to falling asleep. But, alas, I am not. I decided to write an entry in this here journal so everyone has something to read. Sadly though, I'm not sure what to write about, so lets steal some ideas from people. (Let's face it, at 12:10 AM, you sort of run out of your own ideas.)

On Jake and Rob's dry-erase board, there has been some interesting developments. And I quote, "Rob gets more ass than a proctologist/toilet seat; Mike gets more ass than Rob; Ryne gets tons; Jake gets enough; Nate-o gets none."

Facing the horrible truth of it all, I decided to laugh my ass off. I mean the funniest things in life are the true instances. Yes, I have a girlfriend whom I care about a lot; however, the "ass" department has been getting little business. And being away from her for three weeks isn't going to help much either. So, desperate times call for desperate measure.

(Picks up the Phone)

"Hello front desk? Yeah, I'm going to need baby oil and three packages of kleenex. (pause) Yeah, put it all on my tab."

Seriously, I will avoid chafing at all costs.

On a lighter note, my sinus issues are coming back with a vengence. Damn you Jack Frost. Winter time is sucky time in my opinion. But unless I become an evil genius hell-bent on increasing global warming to an extreme extent and melting the polar ice caps causing the world to become a huge ocean and me having to resort to drinking my own urine out of a filtering device i.e. "Waterworld", I'll just have to deal with it.

(Door Knocks)

Whoops, that would be my delivery. Time to get to work, as I have three weeks of it ahead of me.

Current Percentage of Awesome: 47%
Previous POA: 55%

Honorable mentions:

-Val: For giving Rob more ass than a toilet seat.

-Deanna and Mike: For being bunny rabits.

-Martha: For giving Ryne TONS!

-Felicia: For letting Jake shoot par.

-Kathleen: Where's my ass?

-Me: No seriously, where's my ass? I think I left it in the laundry room.

Forging Ahead,

Nate-O