excuse the punKchoo-ayshun. Freewryte.....

Its tough to come up with a title, when you dont even know what you are about to write about. Its all a haze. It seems the most suprised i've been lately is that will ferrel is taking over steve corell's spot on the office. Is this what i've want to slum to. I have no idea what is going around me, other than the commercials  i catch a glimpse every once  in a while on the tube at work. Crazy, my knowledge of what i know latley consist of the standards of the food service industry. Why service!? i should be servicing myself a big plate of what life has given me. A creative mind that reeks of pure laziness the herb can produce. My mind crazy and restless. If only my fingers can type out what is going on. Stress. Stress is the factor I'm not happy. making ends meet seems to take top priority, as the play gets put on hold. but sometimes, the play is well more appreciated when received.  just wish that play was more frequent...

Countdown...

So as the time closes, my 10 minute countdown begins as I prepare for my fate of today. Running the fattest of dishes to the over weight America, and the unknowingly fresh faces visiting this great land of cheesecake. Says america don't you think? Can't go to San FrNcisco without indulging your ignorant faces in 20000 calorie dessert. But it's what makes people happy I guess. If you ain't fat, you ain't happy. But it brings great joy, today anyways that I really don't have to deal with all that shmoosing up to these fools. I drop off their slop and be on my merry way. To do it over an over, hundred fold. With one thing on my mind all night, the countdown to get out of this fat haven.