thejoeshow

i'm going to try to eat better, i think. i have a beer gut, a toothache, and no medical/dental. i'm so fucking american. oh, lord jesus. i'm watching 'american gladiators', now. i'm a disgrace.

ok, so i have a job now. 2 weeks in, and i fucking hate it. i'm a door-to-door salesman. well.. in fact, i'm not even that. i go door-to-door trying to set up appointments for a real salesman to come at a later date to make the sale. i'm a telemarketer, but on foot. i'm living waste.

but now i have money to do stuff, again. and i will. oh, i will. i owe kaos sushi. and barbecue. and pitcher after pitcher of beer. and i owe her mom pitcher after pitcher of beer. but NO jager shots, right? unless they're bought by creepy drunk dudes in ballard. larf.

i, uh, think i'm going to quit drinking after superbowl sunday (which also happens to be my birthday). it's not bad being a twenty-something getting hammered at the dive bars with his drunken buddies. but at 30? i'm not sure how cool that'll be. in actuality, it may be pathetic.

but maybe i should give up trying to not be pathetic. i'm a 30 year old door-to-door salesman's assistant. i'm putrid filth.

i love you sg's. all of you. seriously. how brave do you have to be to do what you do?