Do You Have Time, to Listen to Me Whine, About Everything and Nothing All at Once?
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: Green Day's Basket Case
I feel so random right now. Like nothing is put together. I'm just trying to make sense of it all, because everything is just so inappropriate.

First of all, I work with violent psychopaths. Dude, I'm not even trying to be funny. Earlier this week, I heard that one of my managers broke her own mother's car window because her mother couldn't watch her children. OH. MY. GOD. WHAT. THE. HELL. If you ever saw her, you wouldn't believe it, but I really have to get the hell out of there. I almost fear for my own well being. But if push came to shove, I'd totally kick her ass, whether it be with my fists, my boots, or a blunt object near by. Remember, there is no such thing as a fair fight, the object is to win.

I mean, I know I don't get on with my mother all the time, but Jesus Christ, is it that serious? Which is a lovely segue to my next subject. Last night I pissed my mother off, but I'm not upset. Nope, not really. I actually told her how I felt, and I'm okay. She always wants to force me and my step-dad to watch that crap show American Idol, everybody knows the best bits are the auditions to watch those deluded folk who think they have talent. But she rarely, if ever, takes a chance on something we like, and I told her that wasn't fair. Like, I think Footballers' Wives, which is so AWESOME, is a great show, and she claimed she tried to watch it, but didn't like it because of the quality of the video. That's just how filmed shows from England look, I can't help it, piss on that and just watch the bloody show, it's so engaging, you'll get the hell over it. The only thing she's liked that I got her to watch is Love Actually. But that's just one out of several. I also thought it was funny the way she tries to pretend I don't exist when she's upset at me. Last night, a bit after the incident, I was in the kitchen eating an orange, when she comes down. But my step-dad was on his way up from the basement and they met up in the hallway and said their good nights and whatever. Then she's in the kitchen, doing stuff, and she tells my step-dad to bring up some milk from the fridge in the basement because she asked me days ago, and I didn't do it because if something doesn't pertain to me, I have no interest in it. That is so not true, if it has something to do with a certain quarterback, I've got loads of interest. Anyway, I said that she asked me to bring up chicken fingers. Not milk, because we had some up there. Or what she does is that she'll think she asked me. I know this because she does it all the time. She also starts conversations in the middle of whatever her inner-dialog was on about so you've no idea what she's talking about. I almost told her to get stuffed, but my step-dad was right there, and I didn't need to get my tongue ripped out.

War Tony Stewart! He is THE MAN!! No, he didn't win, sadly. Jimmie Johnson and his cheating-ass crew did. But Tony is so damn bad, he is inappropriate. Do you know what he did? He got penalized so severely, that he was sent to the back of the pack, TWICE, and still finished fifth. That is AWESOME! I might miss a bit, if all of the next race. I'm supposed to go to this seafood restaurant with a co-worker. I hope I'm home, I don't even know what time it starts, but man, I can't believe that I am glad that NASCAR is back. True, it doesn't hold a candle to football, but like the song says, it "takes my pain away".

I miss Ben. I miss all the coverage of football. Yeah, the NFL Network is cool and all, but right now, all they're talking about is the Combine. And all ESPN talks about is basketball, the Olympics, baseball training camp, and golf. Occasionally football news crops up, but it usually has something to do with trade rumors.

But I'll be fine, after all, the real reason I was so pressed to get so many damn photos was to help with the off-season lull. I don't even know what to put up, every photo I had going for the past few weeks corresponded with some Steelers event (i.e. playoff wins, Super Bowl arrival, etc.) Hmmm, let me think... got it. One of his first pictures after getting rid of that beard.

Have a great off-season, Ben. You deserve it. And try not to wear stupid shirts in the vicinity of people with camera-phones. Which is everyone, come to think of it.

Well, I'm off. There's some stuff I need to be doing, like taking a shower.

I'm phasing.