i like men

howdy folks.
f-f-f-friday motherfuckers!!!

hey...news flash. i'm not gay.
that's right, tyler, despite my trucker mouth and the fact that i'm also DRIVING a truck, i'm not gay. i always said i would NEVER drive a truck because only bull-dikes drive trucks. never say never, kids.

but this is only temporary. i'm trying to keep the miles off mine so i can trade it in without getting butt-raped. anyway, the biggest issue with driving it (besides the boyish-ness) is that i can't smoke. yea...motherfucker won't let me. it sucks. talk about anxiety attacks during my hell-atious construction-ridden commute. you can't even imagine. if you see a crazy lady in a big silver truck with red diesel sprayed all over the back window, its me. and get the fuck outta my way because i need a marlboro!

well, that's about it. i'm gettin' ready to get out of here for the day.
going out of town again. this is the big family sha-bang in beaver's bend. huh huh i said beaver.
but its all kinda falling apart. you see, my boat is broke (yes i said broke) and we can't get it in the shop for a month, so we aren't quite sure what we're gonna do all weekend.
see conversation btw zach & i:
Z: "soooo....what are we gonna do all weekend?"
C: "uh...drink?"
Z: "all day today and tomorrow?"
C: "i guess."
Z: "cool."

yea, so its basically like driving 3 hours to do the same thing we do by our pool most weekends. except hotter, and possibly no water to keep us cool. there is supposedly a river there, but i'm not sure about those doklanoma bodies of water. i picture myself ingesting some bacteria and ending up all disoriented in the woods by myself naked and the tune from deliverance starts playing....wait...i'm just fantasizing.

out like a fat girl playin' dodgeball.
~c