Nothing beats smoking a cigarette at work in my office. It's such a good fucking feeling. Sometimes I wish I grew up in the 70's so I could smoke a cig where ever I wanted. But then I realize I wouldn't have been able to stand everyone else smoking like a chimney all the time. Then I realize I would much rather have grown up in the 80's. I think about the pictures of women in the 70's and 80's an the jeans they used to wear. I have never ever seen anyone today pull of that style of jeans. All except one person. It was hot to say the least. That was like 2 weeks ago. Maybe more. That doesn't matter though. All that matters is I still remember.

I'm thinking about putting the rest of my old blog posts into the archives on here. I read all 2006's posts last night before I went to bed. I'm glad I write. It's definitely interesting to read what I wrote in the past and what was on my mind. A lot of the things that have happened in my life I have completely forgotten about all together. That is why I am glad I write. And this sure as shit isn't a diary. Maybe it might be. But you're fucking reading it.

Why did Father give these humans free will? Now they're all confused. And where there's one they're bound to divide it, right in two. And that about sums up human existence. Fucking hug a god damn tree or smoke a fucking joint. Chill the fuck out. We're all going to die anyways. Don't take life too seriously. Don't be stressed out about anything. I don't allow anything to stress me out anymore. I don't care enough about a whole lot of anything to feel any sort of stress. A life free of stress means you'll be a lot healthier. I haven't had the flu in years and I sure as shit haven't contracted much of anything else. I think most of my claims to good health come from the clarity of my mind (hah). Honestly… step back from it all and realize our whole existence is dependent upon our conscious. We chose our happiness and our paths in life. I want to be happy, therefore I am happy. I want to be healthy so I am healthy. Maybe part of it is because I'm a clean freak. I wouldn't even say that. I'm conscious about my cleanliness. I don't leave my toothbrush sitting on the counter and I don't sit on a toilet seat without wiping it down first. Big deal. But as I said, I haven't been sick in a very long time and I don't have anything else going on with my body when there were plenty of chances for there to be things wrong with me.

And I have given up masturbation. I'm on two weeks. I'm not touching myself anymore. And I said nothing beats a cigarette at work. I was wrong. Nothing beats a blow job at work:)

I must have some type of residual high ability. The past few days I have been fucked out of my mind without doing anything. I'm thinking the pollen is fucking with me. I feel like I'm on acid or something. No complaints, honestly. I've been spacing out a lot lately.

I came back into work this morning. Last night I left the fan on in my office. Bad idea. It caused havoc to my desk throwing papers all over the place. It looked like a bomb went off when I got in. Or maybe it was the space monkeys. I mean brass monkey.

I'm going in on a sailboat with my father. I mean the two of us are purchasing one together. Fuck motor boating, unless of course she has a nice rack. And believe me, I haven't had a rack worthwhile in a long time. I love when someone pops the question, "are you an ass or tit man?" That is a hard question. It really is. I like them both. Ass is probably first and foremost for me. And the problem with girls and their asses is the simple fact that looks are deceiving. A girl can cram herself into a pair of jeans and make her ass look perfect. Then when her pants are coming off its clear that she doesn't look as good as you thought without the jeans. That is why I like boating. Then you know what the girl's got because she's wearing a bathing suit. That is the true test of honor and dignity. How does she look in a bathing suit? Because we all know if she can pull off a bathing suit, she can pull my clothes off.

I've been trying to restore the restored restore computer for two days. How am I supposed to restore if there isn't a restore? There is no way I can restore the restored computer without the restore.

I've been walking around telling myself that. And everywhere I walk, I laugh when I tell myself theres no restore to restore. I honestly can't stop laughing that there isn't a restore to restore with.

If you only saw the mess of my desk. There are two computers opened up with their guts spilling out all over the place. There are about 10 hard drives laying around. The cd drive is sitting on my lap. I have a pile of papers and magazines all over the place. There is a spindle of blank cd's and about a dozen burned cd's laying around, some with names, most without. There are two network cards sitting out and I even have a stack of floppy's. Floppy's! I'm playing with Windows 98 and NT 4. Sucky. There are 4 Rockstar cans laying behind the monitor. And cigarette ashes all over the place from my boss and I. I'm not even going to attempt to clean my area up until we get all this figured out.

Read on to see a picture of my desk at work. And if I haven't said it enough already, I love my job. I absolutely love getting up in the morning and going into work. I'm very happy I landed this job. I have the opportunity to make a whole lot of money and while doing it, travel a lot. It's crazy how a lot of people complain about having to travel for their job. I guess it is understandable if you have a family, but for me that is never going to happen. I am never getting married. I don't even want to have kids anymore. I'd like to have money for myself to be able to do whatever I want and never have to answer to anyone but myself. It is really fucking awesome to be able to not feel guilty when I do the things I do. I don't have to answer to anyone and it's fucking nice. There is already another generation of my family to carry on the surname. So I'm not worried about that anymore.

I'm so fucking pumped for NYC. I love road trips. It has been a long while since I went on one. Driving to pretty much anywhere in Ohio does not count as a road trip. When you leave Ohio, it becomes a road trip. At least that's how I see it. We are going to be there from Wednesday until Sunday the week of the 16th of July. I'm so excited to go. Words cannot describe my happiness and joy. Budifuco, Mazda, Mark Mansico, and myself. God damn is it going to be a lot of fun driving to Jersey. I can't wait to drive there. When we went to D.C. a few months ago, I drove the entire way and the entire way back. I love driving. This is going to be a lot more fun seeing as I'm driving my car. Four dudes and one car. Fucking a-right.

While in NYC, we are going to be going to the Chapel of Sacred Mirrors to see Alex Grey's artwork. I plan to get a piece of his artwork and have it tattooed on my chest while in NYC. I'm getting a tattoo. That is right.