If I Was Not Me And This Was My First Go At A Blog

Here we are broadcasting from high atop Mount Palomar, which is home to the once-famous Mount Palomar Observatory, located in the beautiful San Bernadino mountains. This is obviously a great place for a telescope since there are more stars here than anywhere else!

You know, I was thinking about doing the MySpace thing, but I changed my mind. Everybody’s doing it. “Do you have a MySpace page? Do you? Do you?” No, I don’t freakin’ got one. Why should I be like every other loser on the planet, right?

So, I’m starting out on this blog thing and I’m saying to myself, what do I have to say? The first thing I come up with is “um, um, um” and so, that’s the title of this blog. I call it a blog thing because I hope it will be something more than just words, like pictures and videos and stuffs. I have a german friends that calls stuff “stuffs.” I correct him, but you know foreigners aren’t too smart, that’s why they can’t speak English good.

Anyhow, I work like everybody else but I’m looking for the Next Big Thing. I don’t know what that is yet but that’s good because if I knew what it was then everybody would too and then it wouldn’t me the next big thing. Right? Right? So, like, I’m looking for opportunities that I can exploit, which means that I can make work for me with luck and hard work. I can’t work on the gluing machine at the box factory forever even though I probably will make supervisor next year when Gus (Fussy Gus) throws in the towel and finally retires. Or dies.

In the meantime, I’m looking for a special lady. You know, someone who can be there, can cook good, likes to go out, wants to take care of my kids, or I mean, our kids and stuff. She’s gotta work too until I hit on that next big thing I was talking about before, but it’ll be alright.

Right now, I have a pretty okay job, my brother’s still in Iraq and when he comes out, maybe we’ll open a detailing shop together. He might stay in, though. We didn’t have the chance to talk much since he joined up, He wanted to get away from being a kid brother, I guess and now he’s a big man, a soldier and all that. You gotta respect him for making a big step with his life. But we both graduate from high school though I have to admit that he’s smarter than me, but I’m better with the girls! Sometimes I wonder if he’s maybe a fag, but I don’t think so. Anyway, my Father would never talk to him and my mother’s heart would be broken into little pieces, like she says, ’cause then he wouldn’t have grandkids. But I could make up for that!

So, I could see that happen. Me running the business and him working the customers and running the crew, He would have experince, right? Being that he was a sarge and all. So, that would work out pretty good. But I don’t know. He got a lot of money for college from the Army so I guess that’s what he might do. Then he might be running the business and I’ll work my charms on the customers! We could sell rims, too and stereo installation. Who knows how far we could go? But, by myself, I don’t know. It would be too hard with a new wife and kids. We’ll see.

In the meantime, there’s a girl I like but she’s way older than me. She’s Latina, which is bangin, and she’s got older kids, like in their twenties and whatnot. But she is so bangin, it’s sick. She is like a Latina princess. And I know she works next door cause I see her come in around lunch time and she leaves way after I quit work. I know cause sometimes I waited for her. Sometimes I could see her through the factory windows, too, when she parks at the end of the lot, and she’s just sittin in her car and I think she’s crying. She just looks like she’s shaking and sobbing. I wish I could go out to her and comfort her, but I know I would scare her and maybe she would think I’m a stalker or something, I don’t know.

But she has long black hair, huge bazongas (I don’t think I can say “rack” or “tits” here) and some sweet thighs that I’d just like to sink my teeths into. Jesus, she is too much. And a guy like me? At my age? Oh, you know I could keep her satisfied and stop her crying. You just know it. But she’s pretty old and that’s okay, cause I know she must like movies and dancing and stuffs. I think one day soon I’m gonna ask her out or at least let her know I’m available, then she can make the right choice, know what I mean?

Anyhow, I’m gonna cut this short since this is my first time and all. My boss is a woman and she is a bitch on wheels. She’s not mean but I swear she’s into S&M cause she will torture you until the product ships. Her name’s Carla, but all the guys on the floor call her Carl cause she might as well be a man. She’s my mom’s age, but sometimes she dresses a little slutty, which is not respectable for a woman, okay? Yeah, she looks okay, but with a woman like that you gotta be careful that she not gonna break your dick off in the process. So, she wants everybody in early tomorrow even though it’s the day before Thanksgiving and who wants to work anyhow? So, I better not be late or she’s gonna hook my nipples up to the forklift charger. She probably like it, too. 😉

I’m gonna try to tell my story like you’re ready a diary, so when stuff happens or occurs to me, that’s when I’m gonna fill this up. Probably, it’ll be pretty good stuff to read, I don’t know. Okay! Chow for Now as they say in Italy!