This is to you, my PS2 copy of Socom 2: Navy Seals. Its to tell you that I hate that you are like crack. Every waking moment that I’m not playing you, I’m thinking about how to get better. Its not only me either. My whole clan (yes, clan, i’m not the only addict mind you) Thats all we do is talk about you. Talk about how you destroy our social lives, take over every conversation we have at work, at home, on IRC. My apologies to all the Socom widows out there

so i was supposedly ‘on vacation’ last week.
problem is a server did not want to cooperate. so i had to endure phone call after phone call, email after email. good thing i have that blackberry now so everyone at work can get a hold of me 24/7.. yay!

anyway, got burnt as shit out in the sun meeting some of my favorite drivers. got autographs from stewart, vickers, r. gordon, & kurt busch.

well at least my boy stewart won the race.

i’d write more, but i cant think straight. still more shit getting piled on me at work

Not so super man?

the Taste of Chicago that is….
all that food… so close to my office. i’ve been there 4 times already, and it’s just way too hot to be going there. Its like 90 friggin degrees out there right now too.
ah well, got my eat on, but that Brat did me in

ah well, i’ll have to try again tomorrow!