There's so much I want to write about but for some reason I can't think of how to put it all down to make sense and not become a novel. No one really likes reading an extremely long blog post, or at least I don't. So I'm just going to type and there's not going to be any sort of order or flow and for that I apologize in advance. Here it goes......
As mentioned in the previous post we're going to replace the dumb ass who is currently working our front desk. There's been tons of resumes coming in and it just amazes me how many people are job hoppers. When looking over the employment history part, it's a rare occurrence for the person to have held a job for over a year. And not just one job, but all of the jobs they have listed. And not just a few resumes, but ALL OF THEM!! That's just fucking crazy to me.
A dear friend of mine recently had his father pass away. I wish I could be there for him to give him a hug and just be a shoulder to cry on if he needed it. Even though I've told him this before, I hope he knows that I'm always only a phone call away if he needs to talk. About anything.
Why is it so easy to give advice but never easy to figure out what to do with your own life?
If I ever see Rihanna out in public, I will sneak past her body guards and beat her upside her gigantic forehead with an umbrella-ella-ella-eh-eh-eh just for making such an annoying, god-awful song! (I'm talking about the song Umbrella for those of you who didn't pick that up) Seriously, it's not like her voice isn't already nasally, making me want to rip all my hair right out of my head, then she's gotta go and sing a song that sounds worse than fingernails on a chalk board. Then to top it off, it's on the fucking radio every 2 minutes. Someone should seriously be shot for producing such a noise!! Hey Rihanna, come stand under my umbrella bitch and let's see what happens. Mmkay?
And just like that this turned into a somewhat long post.
Deep Throat of the Day: ella ella ella eh eh eh eh