Love Hawg

Sorry I ain't put anything on here for a while. I've been real busy at work and all. Rico got locked up for hittin' his old lady again, so I had to bail him out. Mike likes the work that Rico does, so he let me pull some overtime to cover it. Rico owes me bigtime now, but he left an 8 ball for me the last time he came by, so I'm not getting on his case about it. I caught Tiff getting into in when I was in the shower. She came in, said she was looking for her makeup, but I knew something was up, cause she wasn't going anywhere. She wasn't counting on the fact that I weigh it every time. I had a few "words" with her about, and I don't think she'll be having sticky fingers anytime soon. I'll talk to you later.

So I took Tiff's kid to look for a costume while she was getting her hair done this weekend. I took him to Wal-Mart, Target, even the damn K Mart, and he still didn't make up his mind. He didn't want a Harry Potter costume. He didn't want a Spider-Man costume. He didn't want to be a vampire. So I told him if he didn't make up his damn mind, I was gonna make him wear the Cinderella costume. He started crying, like he usually does. I warned him though, if he went crying to his momma about this again, he was gonna have hell to pay. I told him if he didn't stop acting like a little girl, I was gonna give him something to cry about. I swear, if Jeremy don't toughen up, he's gonna start runnin' with the boys like Tiff's uncle. I think he ended up choosing some Power Ranger suit.

The check out girl was so cute! She couldn't have been more than 15 years old, but damn that uniform she wore was skin tight. I don't know how she could breathe in that get up. I saw her eyein' me when I was taking out my wallet. Too bad honey, I'll look you up in about 3 years, hahaha! I think Jeremy wised up, cause his momma didn't say nothing before she went to bed. Kid's finally learning. I'll talk to you later.

Man, I was just looking at this one website, and that Paris Hilton girl is HOT!!! Tiff gets so jealous when I talk about her, you gotta see it. She finally came home. After 2 days, I called her momma's house, but I guess she wasn't really staying there. She was staying with her pansy friend Mark. Man, I can't stand that guy. The son of a bitch actually carries a purse. If theres one thing I don't like, it's a man who's afraid to be a man. At least I don't have to worry if she was screwing him.

This whole blog thing is turning out to be pretty fun. I've already made some friends, and some of you have even said something back to me. Thanks for listening. I don't tell the people at work about it, cause I've heard people get fired for that. With all the God damn (sorry Lord) child support I have to pay to Becky, plus paying for Tiff's fucking kid, I barely see a dime as is. I got little ventures on the side to make sure my entertainment is covered, if you know what I mean. I'll talk to you later.

Man, what a shitty day. This fat cow came in today complaining that someone got oil all over the interior of her precious little japanese sissy car. Since I'm in charge of that department, the morons at the front desk called me in to deal with her. She goes on and on about how she wants us to pay for the cleaning, so I told her I'd have to see it first. I saw it, and it wasn't shit. I told her it looked like she spilled some soda, cause it didn't smell like any oil. I asked if she had been through any drive-thrus lately. She got all pissy, and threw a huge fit. She said she wanted to speak with the owner. I told her if she needs to talk to Mike, she needs to make an appointment with his secretary. I told her that we're not gonna pay for any cleaning if she can't hold on to her food. I don't care. I know Mike won't fire me. We've been friends since Junior High.

Then, when I get home, Tiff is on my computer, talking to guys in a chat room or some shit. All I did was put my hand on her shoulder, but she stars crying, saying I hurt her. She should know better than to piss me off when I've had a bad day. And then she started cutting into me about my drinking, saying if I wouldn't stop by the pub after work, I wouldn't be acting like this. I told her if she doesn't like it, then she can get the fuck out of my house. She stormed out, AGAIN, but called me like 2 hours later, crying as usual. "I love you, I'm sorry...". The usual crap. I told her she can come back tomorrow if she minds her p's and q's. Besides, from the blogs I've seen tonight in this battle thing, I've got enough babes to keep me company for the evening, if you know what I mean. I'll talk to you later.