kenna

hey i can access this at home. yee to the effing haw. i mean, i assumed it was possible, but i doubted i coudl remember the password.  i happen to be one of those dumb a$$e$ who take the system given password and says, ok, no prob, i’ll remember that. but well, lets just be honest. unless you have a sticky note somewhere in a drawer with that system generated bass tird - who in the world can remember that.

as an added note.  i happened to have the luxery of the day off yesterday. (thanks martin, i still believe in you) and there is not a damn thing on tv during the day. i mean a DAMN thing. i woke up early and put on the news and happen to wake up to nick’s sharon getting it on with jack on the young and restless. now i hate to admit that i know enough to say that, but DAMN, sharon. he is old balls. OLD BALLS - for you sweetie.  thank goodness i missed the point a to point b on that one.  what is sad is that i havn’t really watched that show since 1997 and i can tell you who was involved in the one scene i forced myself to stick out.  or sick out depending on how you look at the sob.

well i must be getting tired, i have far to little to say.

i would tell everyone now that i’ll get back tomorrow but since the gates of all that is unholy have opened upon us all at work - i probably will not.  but, they are paying for tavern pizza tomorrow, which only makes my ass open up like a river of lava that only pompeii could compare with - i may take that 5 minutes of torturous eating time and write you all.

happy sleeping…

 r u ever, yes of course, no of course not, yes why did you doubt me, what are you effing kidding me no way, i mean duh, i mean over my duh  body

yeah , me too