Awesome.  Gnarly, dude.  Hang fucking ten. 

Well, my gods.  My grandparents have taken this unternet battle a step further and they actually removed a wire from behind the phone jack.  They went to a lot of trouble today.  I don't know how they knew I was online last night, but apparently, they did, and they took action.  Lucky for me I have a screwdriver and I'm not afraid to use it!  What the fuck is it with these people?

I had the cock and balls again, but, as last night, my cock was taken from me, but this time by a nice young gentleman named Josh, so I had a booth sortof near where my cock originally was.  It curved to the left.  That's normal, right?

Vodka makes people unfriendly.  Martinis make you rich, and anything fruity makes you a girl, or a faggot.  Fuckin' quars!

Oh yeah, there's no sense in anybody eating 22 ounces of steak.  It's ridiculous, but I'm glad stupid golfers get it because it's the m ost expensive thing on the menu, and that drives the ticket total up, which makes me look like super-waitress and generally yields a bigger tip.  Cool.  There was a couple that came in tonight and they ate thirteen big, honkin', yeast rolls.  She had an 18-ounce pork chop, and he had the 22-ounce porterhouse.  I was proud for them, and they left me $15.  I hope they come back very soon, and I'll stuff them full of rolls and meat and collect my $15.

There's this bartender guy at work, Josh, and he's cool.  Maybe he'll take me to a strip club or something.  I sure do love me some naked women with shakin' boobies!  BOOBIES, WOO!

Work sucked tonight more than it has ever sucked before.  I had to do a lot of stuff, and I had some really shitty "guests."  "Guests" is a hip, restaurant term for customers.  For the record, I don't like my "guests" a little on the trashy side.

I spent $43 and filled my car up with gas.  That blew.  Hard.  I hate spending money on stupid shit like that.  Shit that my car guzzles like assholes and vodka. 

I burnt my arm on the heat lamp.  It looks really gruesome.  One of the manager guys sprayed it with some weird sticky stuff that I was told would help.  I guess.  It still hurts like a bitch, and it's right on the inside of my elbow which a really unfortunate place to have a burn.  I'm sure you can imagine.

Well, I'm just going on and on talking about nothing but a bunch of stupid shit.  Sorry.  Maybe something interesting will go through this lil ol' head soon, and I'll type all about it, and you can read it.  Maybe my grandparents will finally succeed at getting my ass off this "damned ol' internet."  I hope not.  I won't go down without a fight.  Okay, maybe I will.  I'm beginning to not give a shit.  That's the story of my life.  Happy day!