After careful consideration, it has been decided that if Stephanie and I were to ever live together... it would be a huge disaster. I'm into locking doors, keeping semi clean, and saving money. Stephanie is big on leaving doors unlocked... but still manages to lock herself out of places. Our place would have nothing but double stuffed Oreos, pizza, McDonalds cheeseburgers, and alcohol. Needless to say, we wouldn't have a scale. We usually hate each others boyfriends too. That's no good. Everything would be broken, due to Stephanie getting mad at some guy. Well, actually... I don't think we'd have to worry about the guy factor much. We'd probably only own oversized sweatpants and XL concert T-shirts at this point. Hot. Ehh, on the bright side, we'd probably graduate school with highest honors. Plus we'd save money on obsolete products like soap and birth control.

Watched the second world series game last night with my cute red-head. :) Spent a lot of money, ate a lot of hot food, drank a lot of beers, and took a lot of shots. It was fun, as always. But...
I'm sorry, I had to make this. I didn't even take the time to perfect it, it gets the point across. I don't think he even deserves a decently crafted humiliating picture. I'm not a huge Sox fan, but I hate this arrogant asshole. Suck a cock Biggio.

Hard men are good to find. Good men are hard to find? Whatever.

I thought about what happened to me yesterday, and I figured this is probably one of my few stories that are actually post worthy. I had an appointment yesterday (eh, won't say where for this guy's sake). I'm sitting in the lobby, waiting. Not for very long though, so at least that part was good. Some guy calls my name from across the room, so I get up and follow him into his office. Once I got closer to him, I realized I knew him from somewhere. I couldn't figure it out, so I just let it go. I'm in the middle of talking about why I was supposed to be there, and this guy started acting uneasy. So, again I tried figuring out how the hell I knew him. Well, has anyone heard of a site called Match.com? Mmm yeah, I stamped "REJECTED" on this guy's forehead towards the begining of the year. Jeez... I felt uncomfortable, imagine him!
Men Attempting To Catch Hoes.com

Alright, I guess match didn't turn out to be all bad. If you find someone, great. If not, you will always have those weirdo stories...

Public Service Announcment

Ok, ok here... a blog. No, I'm not a conformist. I'm just tired of being looked at like I'm from outer space when I say "no, I don't have a blog." Here's the deal though- I can't be held accountable for what I say in times of stress, rage, or during drunken posts. Good deal? Alright then.

I work my ass off as a billing representative for a work comp medical office. I do “proactive collections.” Which means: I'm calling companies and insurance companies haranguing them, before they even get their bills. This is all part of my new chief of operation’s “80/20” plan. 80/20 plan you ask? Yep, you understand it just about as much as I do. I do drug and alcohol screenings after business hours at a local hospital too. Pure hell.

I also go to college, studying business. I’m going to Waubonsee now, but plan on transferring to Benedictine. Not exactly what the future holds. I might end up sitting at a desk (spreadsheet geek). Might end up teaching business (college, can’t deal with the high school stuff). Maybe try to open a business (90% of all small business’s fail within the first year.) Whatever, keeps me busy.