Shit On A Stick

I was flipping through some of the movie channels a few minutes ago and spotted one of my all time favorite movies.....The Truman Show.
It was about half way over so I decided to watch what was left since I hadn't watched it in years...I love Jim Carrey. Yeah, so anyway....the ending scene....it gets me every time...very inspirational.

I have some great ideas for a few vids....trouble is, I'm only one guy...I sure could use a few stage hands. That's the bad thing about living in a strange town when you don't know anyone...where are my stage hands when I need them? I guess I'll have to figure out a way to do them by myself.

I'm glad all of these damn holidays are over. I never did care for Christmas...not since the divorce. It kinda ruined everything.

A new girl started at work on Monday. I don't think she's gonna work out. There's something about this younger generation that just doesn't have the work ethic as the older people do. Sad to say, most of the kids are lazy worthless fucks. You wouldn't believe the turnover we have at work. I wonder how any of these kids make it through life at all.

The punks across the walk from me at the apartment complex are always partying. I'm pretty sure they are dealing drugs....why else would you see total strangers coming and going all hours of the night....loud music and yelling until four in the morning. Do they even have a job? I mean, besides selling drugs? It's a nonstop whoopfest just thirty feet from my window every three days.

Fuckers.