Goddamnit, three minutes have passed.

The commercial break is over, the fight is drawing to an end. Go on again with your lives. There's nothing to see here. Again I'm only posting here because I've been drinking. I almost feel bad for blogger.com, I only care about you when I drink. As a good fair weather friend should act. The current date is sometime in November, I should know, my work promotes it like no other, Thanksgiving and stuff but yeah, no, I'm not going to wear your degrading pins. If I wanted to take a job with a degrading costume, I'd have settled for Burger King or something. I mean I have a uniform, but it's nowhere near yellow and red stripey hats. I think last time I had just landed a job at Native Foods Cafe, which is a place I've always admired, but they say, don't get a job at a place you love, it'll ruin it. Fact. Can't even imagine working as Disneyland. Native Foods has sold me a bomby vegan cheeseburger or 5, and it's sad I now know, in similarities to an addict, can never match that first time. Moving forward. The idea of this is to be a public forum where, for whatever reason, other people come to read what I have to say. Social Networking. The last couple of days have not been anything less than mentionable, but just for sheer sake of decency I do not wish to share them. Unlike other social networking assholes, I don't revolve my entire persona around my internet life. There's been good, and there's been bad. And there's been good that caused some bad. I'm not this open. No one should be really, it's stupid, but while you're doin it, hey! I'll look into your personal business. The NSA's watching you anyway, might as well tell the entire internet world about your recent trip to Vegas and how you got hammered and are now hungover on the drive home. Congratulations, you've experienced what everyone else who has gone to Vegas has been dying to share. You're a gem. An emerald. I don't even know where I'm going with this right now anymore, I'm not sure if I'm mocking Facebook, or the assholes that use it, myself included. Just so many beers. I wake up every morning with aspirations and go to bed every night aspirating. Was hitting the gym daily for a while, that obviously lasted. It's 5am and I'm going to end this post. Dreading the initial post sending blog read through (everyone does it) because rather than edit my post, I'm just going to have another beer instead. Til next we meet.