I have a new job now. I work a Lowes as a Flooring Specialist. I started on Monday, and I know more than people who have been there, in that department for 5 years. Okay, so that's not the whole story. I worked for Home Depot a year and a half ago. But still I only worked a the depot for a year and I still know more than the fuckin people who made it their life carreer. That is sad, really sad. Hopefully I won't be there for too much longer. I hate it and I wish everyday that the place would burst into flames. Hell, I already feels like it. They don't believe in A/C. I'm waiting for Best Buy now I just spoke to my connection on the inside and he should be pushing my resume through the HR department as fast as he can.

On my personal notes, I've offically said FU to Kimmie. I tring now to raise the money for my devorce, but in the mean time, I'm doing other people... I mean, I'm "hanging out" with other people. Hey, I have urges, and I'm going to forefill them.

The other night I almost got drunk for the first time. I took down a whole 5th of Rum, whole 5th of vanilla Vodka, 1/4 of a half gal of Wiskey, and 1/2 a 5th of triiple destilled Vodka. Yeah, it takes alot to even get me buzzed, more less drunk. I really don't know why it takes so much. Maybe it has something to do with my Irish and German blood. I'm not that big of a drink most of the time. It was just one of those nights. Wouldn't that much alcohol kill a normal person? or atleast leave them some what damaged?