Playing Black Frisbee at night. Racist? You decide...

So. How is everything? Not bad...you? Well...No tell me. It's just I think I am trying too hard. Ah...I don't understand?

This was a conversation that I had with myself earlier today. I doubt it makes any sense to anyone else, but I was thinking about my job. I work harder than anyone there, always picking up the slack, and what do I get in return for it? Well in addition to getting more work to do, I get ragged on for the little things that I do wrong. Now I ask you this. If I am doing all your work and mine as well and make one small little mistake, do I really need to get yelled at by the effers that didn't get off their lazy asses to do it in the first place?

The correct answer is no. At any rate, I played mini-golf valiantly to a last place finish ( though still 2 under par), Played DDR to get the heart rate up, and played a bit of frisbee until it got too dark to see.

Abbey, oh man does she piss me off. And I know that she doesn't EVEN realize it. She has been telling me over and over that she wanted to come up and "spend a weekend with me." This was in January. Now she left a message last night saying that she is going to be in KC for something else and could probably spare a few hours to chill with me. That makes me want to puke. If I really and that expendable, why frickin bother? I am really at the point where I just don't want to see her. I need to find a lovely soft spoken girl that wants to make time for me, that likes my company and might even actually go out of their way to be with me. Where are you?

I moved my tax situation around a bit to hopefully give me some more TO money. I hope it works. I really need to start making connections with girls there so we can have someone to meet up with when we get there.

Good night. Also Lori really needs to email me back, I feel stupid to keep writing her, but I think I will anyways.