How kinky in bed are you part II

Experimenter

That was the result of the personality test yesterday. It said something about me being dominant and blah blah blah. Oh and that I love to cause trouble but also like to fix things. I think that could be true. But the experimenter part is so true...it said something like you will try anything once...anything. That could be a really bad thing to have as a personality.

I have tried many things but I don't know if I have a line to draw. I mean of course sex with animals, family members and other gross shit like that is duh out of the question. But other than that I can't say that I wouldn't be up for anything. I can't see myself eating raw tomatoes but like four months ago I ate them at Ruby Tuesdays and didn't have a problem with it. Now I can't even think about a raw tomato without being sick. And I'm sure we all know that I'll do any type of drug except for heroin...unless I was given it without knowing. That is so scary...isn't it? I don't think that I could do crack, crank, cocaine. But here I am saying "I don't think." That usually means you would do it. Doesn't it? No...I'm over the drug scene. Really...the only thing I take now is a random pain killer for my leg and back...allergy pills, paxil, and sleeping pills. Other than that...that's it. See I also think that April would do anything at least once except for what I've excluded for myself. The only other thing I know she wouldn't do is anal sex...but you never know? Wink Wink...I'm just fucking around with you April. She has swore off anal sex for those of you who do not know her that well....and she will never do it! I'm really proud of her for biting! I told you it was wonderful. Now all you have to do is be bitten...I think you will find it very exhilariting.

I need some h2o

I really wanted to go to h2o last night but seeing that April and I didn't get to bed around 3 or 330am Friday night it was out of the question. I feel asleep at 6 pm and got back up at 9pm. Then went back to sleep at 1030pm and got up Sunday morning at 11am. That's pretty bad. I am in the mood to get messed up and shake some ass. While Frank shook so much ass that even I was wore out...the temptation to go to the club is growing stronger and stronger everyday. I really want a long island iced tea from h2o. They are really good. And they are huge and only 5 bucks. Maybe next weekend.

Is it bad that I'm like really tired and I've only been up for like 2 or 3 hours? I think not. Tonight...the mission if I choose to accept it is to get drunk...like my mom did last night! Ha!

In the words of the famous Bubble Malone:

Remember that one time that I..................................fucked your mom.....

Paul

Shop-o-holic...

So I'm broke right? Well I thought so but you know how appealing shopping is right? So that's what I had to do...shop. It's the cream to my coffee. Today I managed to buy a lot of Todd Oldham stuff for my cubicle at work. List-o-products:

1. A miniture file cabinent
2. A frame
3. A set of three clip frames
4. A clock
5. A magnetic (cork) board

And since Frank and Dwayne do not have a bottle opener I bought them a really nifty red one for $5 and a set of two "friendly" sperm magnets for their kitchen they were $5 as well. Altogether I bought like $90 worth of stuff for $47. I am too good.



This is the picture I get for taking the gay test at www.thespark.com! And the caption beside it says "Frank, we need to talk...Now!" April was like 38% gay. Dwayne and I are 64% gay. And Frank wound up being 65%. It is all based on these really like weird questions that you can't help but not answer with a gay answer. I getting ready to take the personality quiz. Wish me luck.

Paul

The adventures of Super Paul

Everyday seems to hold something anymore that I want to totally crack up at. Even if it is not appropriate. Like yesterday this woman was telling us about IT Systems department and she said the words...temporwary and sprecial. I wanted to just bust out laughing in her face. In fact, I actually giggled when she said it. Oops! Learn to talk and we won't have this problem. At least I laugh at myself when I mispronounce a word and April will laugh right along. Anyway...today I wanted to laugh at this claim that involved diaherra infection. Why couldn't they just have put bacterial infection. That's not so bad. Ugh! Well I'm going to eat dinner. Is there something wrong with my sense of humor? It's a little creepy when you find yourself laughing at medical terms...

Flow at ya later...

Paul...did you get the ending?

Here's another one...

How kinky are you in the bedroom?

I made my first quiz at Quizilla and here is the link for you to take it...enjoy

Are You a biter, nibbler, licker or sucker?

Leave me some comments so I can make some more quizzes...this one is okay...believe me they will get better! I'm no longer a quiz creator virgin.

MWAHHHHAAAAA

So I found out today that I am the greatest. You want to know why don't you? Well at work the people that are in my training class are all levels and levels below me. I'm only two levels from becoming a Lead or Supervisor. How great is that. The other people in my class are around level 2-3. I'm a level five in the ARS department which is the highest you can be signed on with.

So I checked the comments that I left on Kicking Puppies and Pink Haired Girl and everyone that has commented on me biting thinks it is hot and sexy. I agree. And they feel as long as I don't draw blood that everything is orgasmic. He..he...he! How great is biting now. I think that the world needs to be bite more because maybe they would be in a better mood. At least I know that I would.

I also discovered today that Erotica by Madonna is probably the most bestest song of ever. It doesn't effect me as much as Mouth by Bush but damn I love the song. I've listened to it about 50 times today and that was just on the way to and from work. Work is going excellently and knowing that I make around 3-4000 dollars more than other people is great too. God I'm so vain and selfish but that can be a good thing...

Well I'll write later if anything else interesting should happen!

Goodbye...farewell...get the fuck up out of my face...just joking...bite me!

Paul

Just a little bite...

So is there something wrong with wanting to bite someone in a sort of sexual way? Like biting their lower lip or their neck? I find this extremely erotic and quite frankly, I would rather do that than anything. Licking and touching and stuff is wonderful too but there is something so appealing about biting. Not to hurt the person just to bite and be bitten.

I can't help but want to bite certain people. Is this weird? Some people I have considered: Amanda, Jennifer, Suzanne, Jocelyn, Wendy Combs, Desi, Rhiannon, Katie and more recently EyeCandy. Can't help it people...there is just something about these people that make me want to bite them.

I know this may be shocking to some people that I want to bite the lower lip or neck of a guy but oh well. Has anyone else found someone of the same sex physically attractive? Not that you want to fuck them or anything you just wouldn't mind a random nibble or kiss. The thought of doing stuff with another guy is so not what I'm going for...I mean I've been there and tried it and it wasn't for me...talk about feeling dirty. I'm talking about more than biting or a kiss. Lord I can see the headlines now "Paul has kissed another guy!" Get over it. I have only kissed two guys before. And one of them was George but I also kissed Heather right after. Let's just say that alcohol had a lot to do with that night but it was great. How can it be explained that I want to just have a random bite fest with EyeCandy? I don't know. I think maybe pharmones or something I can't really tell ya. I just know that when someone has that something about them wether it be their eyes or mouth I get the urge to want to have a little fun in the borderline S&M department. Whatever...I just know that I will get the chance to bite EyeCandy lip...ha...haa..haaa! How dirty is that? But oh how fun it can be...

With hugs and nibbles...

Paul

Fade to black...

Well last night my hair was platinum and I was really okay with it for awhile but, I decided that black makes me look more human than looking like cornbread or margarine with blonde hair. So my hair is now raven black...I mean like so black it's almost appauling. So anyway, I didn't get all of my head when I was dying it so I have a blot of hair the size of a pea that is still platinum...but I think it adds character and now I resemble Mr. Sheffield from The Nanny only with the lighter hair in the back. My bad!!

So I started my new job today and it is wonderful. I mean I actually enjoyed being there today despite what my preconceptions were. The benefits are outstanding and I get to roll over my 401(k). They also have a prom in January for the company employees. Everything is free...and they serve filet mignon and crabs for the entree...but I need a tuxedo and a date to go with me to Martins West. Oh la la! I need new clothes too. I'm just not satisfied with my current selection. I want wild and zany shit like from Hot Topic. But first I have to get a pay check or two under my belt. And I am so happy to be making like $850.00 every two weeks. It's great and shoparific.

So April if you haven't figured it out already the body part is the lower lip. Mmm...not so bad. So there is the answer to the question about what I would enjoy have a bite at. Biting does not equal pain unless you draw blood. Which in my case my teeth are so sharp I'm surprised I haven't done that to someone yet.

Here is another reminder to all of you who need reminding...

Today is the 2 year anniversary of Aaliyah's death. So that means that you need to light a candle sometime tonight in her memory. And I mean it. I did my part when I got my tattoo of "In Memory Of Aaliyah" so that I'm reminded everyday. I know it sounds crazy but she is just part of who I am. So to Aaliyah's friends and family again I am sorry for the loss that you have had to endure and I hope that each day becomes brighter and brighter knowing that she is still shining through her fans.

Quizzles for the fizzles...


you are a richotched emu! you are fun, lovable, and
stupid. you deserve to burn in hell. or at
least be bitten by a rabid gopher.


What random phyco are you!?
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The Number Seven.


What Random Number are YOU?
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hell yea i'd fuck you all night long !


Would i fuck you ?
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Your: Mysterious eyes. All in the title. Your
independant secretive and myseterious. You
appear cold and distant, but hey, at leats no
one messes with you.


What type of eyes do you have?
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Color me blondie...

That's right...color me blondie. My hair is now all over blonde. See what happens when you stay drunk all weekend. I had the bright idea to bleach my entire head blonde the day before I start my new job. It was all blotchy and shit but it is now a really bright blonde. Remember the name Cornbread Jones...well my hair is the color of cornbread but I like it.

LMAO!

Paul

And I thought my quiz results were funny...

Look at Samantha's

Sam's results

How wonderful...

Thank you for the wonderful yet amusing comment Amanda. Oh and no problem with the PETA link. I'm trying to get a picture to go along with it but I haven't found the right one yet.

And thank you Tricia for saying those words. The only thing is I think if I just be who and I all the time I would be a major slut or end up in jail! But, damn could I have bitten someone last night.

Hickery village...

So I made my mother go out with me last night to meet up with my friend Chrissy. She was at the Ace of Clubs in Inwood. The bar is a total "thick as hicks" bar if not worse. Chrissy was way beyond blitzed. I tried to get my mother to drink but she knew that I would be totaled by the end of the night. What I had to drink:

8 shots of Vodka
7 Bud Lights
1 shot of Southern Comfort
1 Tequila sunrise
1 Slow something that I can't remember

That is ridiculous. Actually it was wonderful...all the way home I was singing out the window and trying to rap...let's just say that I had a really big void in the lyrics department last night.

I really wanted to do karoke last night but I was going to do rapper's delight. Show those rednecks what I was made of. But I couldn't think of the song until just like five minutes ago. I highly recommend hick bars. There were a lot of big bootie hoe grannies there shakin what their dead mama's gave them.

And teeth are not a pre-requisite (I'm really not feeling this spelling at the moment). Blogger needs to add spellcheck for those of use who go blank when writing and have some really fucked up words and sentences. It is taking me forever to type this because I keep on wanting to type different words like song instead of words. I think I may still have a buxx...I mean buzz. See I'm no good today.

A piece of work...

I want a new tattoo. Six is just not enough. I want my scareb beetle on my lower neck. It will be beautiful and oh so me. Okay dancing is not an option...I took a break to dance and now I'm dizzy. But I really do want another tattoo. I really like the armband that Dwayne has. I haven't see anything like it before. Can I bite it? Ha...ha..ha! No seriously...I wouldn't mind having that go around my leg...that sounds really double meaningish. But I would have it colored in with red and black. Oh the possibilities....cheese!

For some reason I am in the mood to write a lot today. It's not going to be another strung out and type all day thing. I'm getting ready to go to the store with April. I need to brush my teeth and put on some deodorant. So I better get my ass moving and get to steppin!

Thanks again Amanda and Tricia!!

Paul

Aren't I just the most beautiful Barbie of ever?


Barbie Got Back! Go you! You're the closest thing
ever to a true black Barbie. Shake that fat
ass of yours.


If You Were A Barbie, Which Messed Up Version Would You Be?
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I Can't Believe I'm My Favorite Word...


your fuck.


What swear word are you?
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I'm starting to think these quizzes can read my mind...


YOU BEAT OLD LADIES FOR PILLS!!!


what's YOUR deepest secret?
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Anyone out there?

Hmm. I'm almost at a loss for words right now. Thinking can be one of the most dangerous things that we as humans do. I've come to the conclusion that I will never find anyone. It's pretty depressing when you think about it. But for the most part I'm happy being with myself. I mean I don't get into arguments or have to serve anyone but myself. So those are pluses. But there also come a lot of negatives. Friends just aren't filling the void anymore. Not that I have the most friends in the world. But I love the ones I do have. I really want someone...is there anyone out there? That is what I have been thinking about over the past couple of weeks. Anyone pretty much specifies anyone. I'm not partial to dragqueens or midgets or any oddity of a person. You can't choose who you want to love or choose to live with. I have seen several friends go through this. They are happier now than they have ever been. Sex really doesn't mean much to me anyway...it's too sweaty(hmm...weight loss). Me...I find many people attractive and some more than others I find myself more than attracted to. This isn't a coming out of the closet moment it's just a thought. Yes I have been with someone of the same sex before but it amounted to nothing and I actually felt like the world was going to cave in because it was wrong. But that relationship was purely sexual. I've been with one person who was male. But, I was really young and immature as well as the other person. Experimentation can be a bitch. It lasted for several months. However, I have been with several ladies...but I haven't went the distance. Let's just say that the other things people mention are quite fun especially with women. Hang me on the cross if you must but it's part of who I was. I cannot predict the future. For those of you that read this you may find this alarming but oh well it's really no one's business except my own. Only several people know this about me and I really don't think the parentals need to know more than I've shared. I wouldn't be alive if my father found out about the first relationship. My mother knows some things but I choose not to hurt her more than I already have. I have always found myself attracted to anyone. I guess it's my flaw...I don't know. I think that all people are beautiful in some aspect. Whether it be their eyes, hair, teeth or personality there is always something that is attractive about a person. Now I'm not saying that all people are gorgeous because I have meant some dogs if you know what I'm saying. More importantly, I think I am hopelessly attracted to someone that I've not said before. It has gotten to the point that I wake up thinking of this person. I don't know if any of it could amount to a pile of beans but oh well. Maybe I'm just being silly but I don't think so. But damn did I meet one sexy bastard last night. Hmm...you're probably wondering. It's not a sexual attraction I just want to bite him. I have this thing with skin and biting. Didn't know I was such the freak did ya? Amanda totally understands it. It's not like I want to jump this person's bones I just wouldn't mind a random kiss. Dwayne you bad bad man why do you have to be so attractive. Oh and if you think I'm all Queer as Folk it's not that...because the person I want to be with is female. God my life is too confusing. But I think I'll be happier one day...hopefully sooner than later. Why couldn't shit just have worked out with Summer. I could have babies and everything now. Sometimes I think that I've had a horrible trick played on me. Summer...damnit. Why do I always think about her? I know the first love thing and what not but it gets to be annoying that I compare everyone to her. She was placed on my throne and not many people live up to her. My heart sometimes bleeds for her. It's like a dream that I can't wake up from. Thinking of her almost everyday drives me crazy and I try to block it out. I guess pain has a longer staying power than I thought it could. Anyway, I'm bored and tired of writing my life story so I'm going to find something else to do before I go crazy.

And please keep this entry to yourself that's all I ask.

Paul

Oh...what big nuthuggers you have...

Has anyone ever heard of nuthuggers? If you have please feel free to comment.

They are by definition shorts that hug nuts.

Enough said.

Would you like a beer with that?

No...I feel like complete and udder horseshit this morning/afternoon. Last night April and I went to her friend Frank and Dwayne's house. It was too much fun. Especially when Frank had boxers and a lampshade on dancing to Erotica by Madonna. Then he winds up spanking his boyfriends ass with a mini blind adjuster stick. April got a whipping on the arm. Who would ever think that a lampshade could become a tophat? Not I, I'll have to admit that. I really didn't think I had a buzz or anything until I got home. Then the alcohol kicked in overtime mode. I started of with three 23 oz. Mike's Hard Lemonade and then had like 6-7 Bud lights. I really was sober until I got home. Then I thought I could fly while laying in the bed. Don't ask me what I was thinking...but I fell out of the bed. I didn't go to bed until 4 am this morning and then woke up at 5:44am and had the worst headache...took two sleeping pills and crashed. Now I'm awake but still tired...that's where the horseshit blues comes in.

Revenge of the Golden Girls

Just when I thought the Golden Girls was losing steam on Lifetime...I find out that Frank and Dwayne love the Golden Girls. My woman are taking over. Though the show may be cancelled and only reruns are on they are going to find you GG haters and bind you with polygrip!

Eye shattering experience

So I find the makeup that I used last Halloween when I dressed up as Ms. West Virginia...and get a ding/lightbulb above my head. I was bored and thought "Hey put some makeup on one of your eyes and then take it off to have something to do." Doesn't sound too dangerous does it? Well it was. Here I have my right eye all dragarific with pretty shades of silver and gray and black. Well I'm like "Well now that you've gotten in touch with your inner diva it's time to take the makeup off because it is annoying to feel it on your skin." So I use water at first and it won't come off...then I move to soap and water. It starts coming off. Well I accidently rub a little too hard and get anitbacterial handsoap in my eye (I wear contacts) and then get washcloth burns under my eye. I have a huge red cut under my eye. See...makeup is dangerous.

The most important part of last night...

So Frank has these brilliant names that he loves to give people...April and I have new secret agent identities.

April is now: Moonpie Ziggowitz with the special power of the lawn mower. She can kill with the blades and attract all Mexicans within the tristate to her beck and call.

Paul, me is now: Cornbread Jones with the special power of the "couch left on the front porch" and my weapon is day old muffins that I carry in a basket and throw at people. My ring is an octagon and is dark blue. They can't leave Bubbles Malone's (Frank's) house because of the sacred WV power stone.

Frank is: Bubbles Malone with the special power of everything.

Dwayne is: Chunky Beaver or Quiffa Jism and his power was never disclosed. But Frank changed his name thoughout the night and this one stuck for the moment.

You see meeting new people let's everyone get in touch with their inner WonderWoman...

All the world is waiting for you...and the power you possess...

Paul

Phone number please...

I've lost your phone number Erin...email it to me....

Love ya

Paul

I'll call tomorrow...I'm going out tonight to get a little loopy!!!

I am the exception to your everything...

Is that a t-shirt logo or what? I really need to break into the t-shirt logo industry. I mean it.

Just got finished downloading some music...did I pay for it...I think not. And then went on to read some blogs of people I would obviously find boring. I understand that having a vast vocabulary is a good trait but damn these people are to me...modern day Shakespeareans. It makes me wonder if they have ever heard of slang terminology. Ugh! People frustrate me beyond belief.

Just when you thought Joan Crawford was dead...dun...dun...dun

It's been forever since I've mentioned her highness. Well when I was in Baltimore I got to way Queer Eye For The Straight Guy for the first time...and now I'm in love with it. I love it for the simple fact that the guy they made over used wire hangers. For anyone who doesn't know this...that is bad karma for your couture. Well the really really Queer Eyed Guy says "Do you know what wire hangers do to your clothes? And who will come after you? J.C. and I don't mean Jesus Christ...Joan Crawford." I thought I was going to lose it. See I told you that wire hangers invoke Joan Crawford.

Long time no write...

Just got in from the big B-More. I had a really good time. Listening to a seventy year old woman (my grandmother) say the same stories over and over has become quite fascinating because I look for the changes each time I hear it. I think she has a really good memory because none of the wording changed. However, I heard more stories than I care to share about my Aunt Cathy not coming to pick my grandfather up to go to the hospital and my grandmother having to tear the stormdoor down. Her actions of taking the stormdoor into her own hands was quite "Sheera" inspired if you ask me. But none the less I listened on and on and on and on. However, I don't mind listening to her talk and repeat herself...it is just that when she stands in front of the television and blocks the picture and closed captioning that I get a little irritated. You see I watch and read the television so I can also hear her talk. Think of it as multitasking. Move it Granny...I didn't know I was tuning into saggy ass tv tonight?

What a small world...

So I took my Granny to the bank for her to get money and things situated and I was sitting there with no air conditioning so I had the windows down. Well this woman with bootie shorts and blond hair comes over to me and is like do you have a light? And a cigarette? I was like no. Well she proceeds to sit down next to the truck and starts talking about how she is from Martinsburg, WV and blah blah blah. Oh did I mention she was just released for prostitution? Huh...must have slipped my fucking mind...this is the second hooker that has tried to pick me up and turn a trick. I got to see some really ugly hooker get picked up by some big fat bastard and they drove off into the sunset...I really wanted to follow them and be like...this is a stick up...oh I see you've already taken care of that...ha...ha! Anywho, the WV hooker is all like "So what's your name? What are you doing here? Where's your grandmother and how long will she be? Oh and by the way are you a cop?" Hello...do I look like a cop? No..and don't you think you should have asked that before trying to get with me...ewww hooker pussy...how nasty...ugh! The only pussy that has been getting thrown my way is Curtis Bay Poon (it's this part of Baltimore that smells like fifty day old used tampon...it's gross). And at that I'd have to pay for it or give her a ride back to Martinsburg.

What a small ass world!

The Granny Translations

So my Granny is notorious for mispronouncing words and here are a couple that I heard on my visit:

1. Hankchakiff...or more popularly known as hankerchief. Used in a sentence..."Your grandfather is not supposed to use tissues he has to use white hankchakiffs (hank...cha...kiff)."

2. Teajus...or what would be pronounced tedious. Used in a sentence..."Wrapping the porcelain to be boxed is a teajus (te..jus) job."

3. Reppickle...or in webster's as replica. Used in a sentence..."My Princess Diana plates are the real thing they are not reppickles (rep...pickles)."

When I think of somemore I'll be sure to inform you all. Remember to use these words from now on...oh and the sentences above are the ones that were spoken by Granny...Lord help her.

Laytizzle my bizzle on the skizzle repizzle...

Paul

Baltimore ho...

When I get motivated I'm going to leave to go to my grandparents house for the weekend. My grandmother needs help taking care of my grandfather...and I'm totally feelin some pains in my stomach today so I won't be heading for work. Not that it really matters...I mean I'm only going to be there until next Friday anyway. I know that this weekend isn't going to be one big shopping spree...it will be more like an episode of the Golden Girls at Shadypines Retirement Home. But duty calls and I really don't mind.

What I'll be up to...

I'll be working still in Frederick for an insurance company. I get to call their clients to check on claims and make sure that people aren't double dipping when making claims. You know put a claim in to your insurance company and then your spouse's for the same reason. It starts off at around $26,000 a year which is $7000 more than Alphabet Group and $4000 more than CGroup.

I'm gettin good motherfucka'...

Ha...ha...ha! That's right I said it. No need to applaud. I finally learneded how to put pictures on my website/blog. Can you be-weave it? I've worked my ass off...and look you have quizzes now. How "interaction" mode of me. I know that they are borrowed from another site but hey you can look at pretty pictures and take weird quizzes now. I want to buy my own website. It will be for Angel and I. Remember floaches...well when I get the money it will be up and running...www.floaches.com! I haven't taken the name yet but I'm gonna...I mean it. And I also need F.S.F.P. as a website too. Maybe I'll combine the two and a corporation will be made. It will be me as President of both and April as Vice-President of F.S.F.P. and Angel as Vice-President of Floaches.

Possible motto's for www.floaches.com:

1. Together we can make a difference! Floaches of the world unite!
2. Help starving floaches across the world...their hungry!
3. Help support the United Friend of the Floach Foundation...UFFF!

Possible motto's for Fuck Skinny Fat Is Pretty.com:

1. Together we can make the world a more flabulous place. Fat People Unite!
2. We're in...we're out...eatin' food is what we're about!
3. Make a fist and smack a skinny bitch...she's crazy...she ain't cold she's starvin'! Making skinny people plumper!

Well ya'll have a great weekend...and I'll write on Monday evening!

Farizzle my nizzle on the Wee kitty kizzle!

Paul

Some quizzes that I found...take the links to take em'



What Unwanted Sexual Gesture Are You?



Which Cancer Causing Agent Are You?



Which Vomit Inducer Are You?

Why I so need to go to the Louvre...look it's my favorite sculpture ever...Winged Victory

Screwed...

Just like a virgin on prom night. I'm leaving my current job that I just got for a better opportunity making four thousand more dollars a year. Woohoo! Yay me! CGroup or whatever you want to call it is a crock of shit. I'd have better luck back at my old job. I barely work...I pretty much talk on my cellphone all day and then read for a while and then go to my breaks. It's a gravy job that at first I thought was cool but I need a challenge. Wish me luck.

And Constance if you read this webpage I gave you a good reference! Email me sometime hoochie!

Later people!

Paul..."In search of the perfect job" Boy

Come on baby...gimme gravy

Gimme gimme gimme gimme gravy tonight.

Well that is what my job is. It is a gravy job making more money than I was before. And guess what I don't have to be on the phone for 7 1/2 hours daily. I like the people that I work with although something tells me that they don't have a wild side like me. There is a lady that lives like 15 mins away from me working with me and a lady from India and a lady from Tennessee. She is the southern bell...has the voice and everything. The best part about working at CGroup is that Joyce "Crackwhorethewiltedflower" Wilt works with me. We have laughed soo much since I've been there and it's only been for two whole days.

Top five reasons why I hated Alphabet Group:

1. Too many politics
2. The I can do it but you can't system
3. Backstabbing
4. Mandatory OT
5. Bitchy supervisors

What I miss:

Susan, Angel, Samantha, Tricia, Ellen, Jocelyn, Terese, Sharon, Susie, Josetta, Amanda, Desi, Aimee, Joanne, Barb, Janetta, Robin, Chrissy, Alicia, Melody. There may be some people I've forgotten but I doubt it. As for missing my supervisors...nah.

Toodle fanoodle,

Paul

How much does it possibly take...

How much does it possibly take?
What would the intentions possibly make?

Is there a light at the end of the tunnel?
Does your body leave you as if caught in a funnel?

Does it really matter of all the good and bad?
Is this a joke, have we really been had?

Would memory be lost of all the time left spent?
Sometimes do you wonder if there is a need to repent?

Could one person be the key to all that is call life?
Anger, pain, and battle why all the strife?

The answer is to give it a chance and the possibility
For if you don't there may be the loss of one's tranquility.

To question is fair and by far not a sin
Life is like mixing apples and oranges in a bin.

Be thankful for what knowledge you possess
And doubts will come to you less and less.

A little sum-sumin' to think about.

Peace

Paul