Happy Friday, Y'all!

Most normal people try to get a good nights rest so that they can get up and have the energy to work hard the next day. Not me. I try to get a good nights rest so that I can come to work and sit here and not do anything and manage to stay awake. I mean damn, can a girl get a project? Do a spreadsheet? Color a picture? Something? Anyone? Meh. Blog it is. 

I have absolutely no reason for a blog today. It's just that you can only read so much news in one day before you start second guessing your sanity, so I have to do something. Did y'all know that there was a dude in Slovakia that would target suicidal people online, convince them to let him drug them and then stab them heart to put them out of their misery? And then, he would coat their remains with pepper so they wouldn't stink real bad, and then he'd eat them slowly? Yep, that's a true story. I get caught up in this crazy shit daily, and then I doubt the integrity of the general population of the world even more than I already did. 

A couple of weeks ago, I stumbled upon a short story about Jonestown in an online crime library. How crazy was that shit y'all? If you aren't familiar with the story, you should google it. In a nutshell, back in the 70s, this nut-job convinced a shit-ton of people that he was something like a magical god, had them sell all their shit and move out into the damn jungle in South America, where he held them captive and worked them like slaves and starved them and all that. Then when the government started investigating the whole deal, he made his people drink cyanide mixed in koolaid and something like 900 people died. I immediately had to buy a Kindle book on this ignorance because 1) I like to be educated, and 2) I needed ALL the details on how this man managed to convince that many people that ANY of this was a good idea. I got the one that was written by the chick that actually escaped from Jonestown and tried to help the others. Cover to cover, I stayed baffled. I guess maybe because I had the previous knowledge that it was some cult business, that Jim Jones was bullshit, and how it ended, etc. But I'm tellin' ya what, if some creepy old fuck like Jim Jones ever came at me with some ol' shit like that, I'd tell him a little something about himself that he didn't know and he would've probably felt pretty bad about himself when I was done. Pshit, you better get out of here with that jungle juice, Jim Jones! ....I'm surprised I don't have nightmares about this, for real. Somebody should have karate chopped that chode in the throat before he even got out of the gate. 

In less than a month, I'm going to hit a big milestone! On 7/6, it will be 5 years since I smoked a cigarette! (and just for the sake of Duran's argument, I will mention the one time on my 28th birthday when I decided to try and smoke a cigarette and in turn almost choked to death. I'm definitely not a smoker anymore!) But anyhow, the other day I offered to light a cigarette for Christopher since he was elbow deep in gear oil...let me just tell ya, that even having 5 years under my belt, it almost got me by the balls. I thought about smoking for 3 days. Total filthy rotten bullshit! I'm better now though...no worries. :) 

Tomorrow, Scotty is having his annual birthday Fish Fry. Which makes me super happy! It's always one of my favorite days of the year, and I'm excited to see all the kick ass people that normally show up to help celebrate. Too bad I had to go and grow up and move out on my own...it was very convenient to live across the street and stagger home after these shin-digs. 

And to follow up on my last blog, I still hate my hair...but I'm going to see Dana tomorrow morning. Pretty excited about that as well! Tomorrow is just going to be a big day all around.

The last thing on my mind today...is my mind. I just realized that you can call me and ask me for a person here at work and I can rattle off the extension without even thinking, all day long. But for some reason, I can't do it the other way....people can call and say connect me to 1139 and for the life of me I can't conjure up the person associated with the number. Isn't that weird? It's probably just some right brain left brain shit that I'll never understand, but it's troubling. Hmph!

I guess that's enough rambling for one day. I just killed an hour, got three more to go! 

...Happy Friday, y'all!