I Have Nothing To Say,

I hurt all those around me.

I hate myself.

Please stop hurting.

I live with myself everyday.

I love you all.

Nix says: Yes. I'm still awake.

Suzy, You've Done It, Again.

That's right, bitches! I totally got my hair cut by Suzy Kwan, again, dude!

I decided to keep it simple, this time, and not try to explain what I wanted done. I simply said: "I'd like a trim."

Suprisingly, she actually tried a bit of "conversation", this time around. It went pretty much like this:

Her: "You work this day?"

Me: (Thinking of the demo coming up in 2 hours.) "Oh, yeah."

Her: "So tired, huh?"

Me: "Umm...No, I'm going to work, now."

Her: "Uh. Work this day."

And that was it until the end, when she asked me: "How look?"

So, congratulations, once again, Suzy. You rock.

LADIES! You may want to skip this next part. This is stuff guys usually only find amusing.

In other news, on the ride up here, we were about 20 minutes away from the hotel when TJ announced that he had to shit immediately. We pulled over at the first gas station in the middle of nowhere, but it was closed. So the guy takes a crap behind the dumpster. Needless to say, Tommy and I were close to tears from laughing all the way to the station and during his answer to nature's call. Then he informs us that he was unable to finish the job, due to his precarious position and we laughed some more at his story of how he tried to avoid shitting on himself. Finally, when we got to the hotel, Tommy began farting all over the place. I was arranging my things and had to run to the bathroom. Why? Because I nearly vomited from the stench. So, good times were had by all.

LADIES! All done. Thanks for being patient.

Well, that's about it. Later.

Nix says: Yes, small child. That would be my foot that you are standing on. I use it to walk with. And to kick small children across the room. Please move.

Behold, The Power of......

...Tommy.

Hoo boy. This weekend was a trip. A trip to Cape and a power-trip.

First off, we sold nothing. (Technically we sold one deal, but no deposit and no return call as promised with cc#) And, according to Tommy, this is the only time it's happened in his 9 years of being in this business.

Next, TJ was sent with us to assist in closing. I was not exactly looking forward to that. Suprisingly, all three of us had some good laughs together.

Also, on Friday, Beaver picked me up and we headed to his favorite bar to have some drinks. I wasn't exactly feeling all that good, so 2 beers later I needed to go back to the hotel.

Saturday, we only had 2 demos. Tony did that so we could watch the Final Four game. TJ said he wanted to go to a sports bar and watch it. Tommy did not like this idea and was not willing to drop us off. His reasoning is: "One beer is one too many. We are working. blah blah blah." (This is the guy that when he was doing shitty with sales once said "I am going to buy some beer and drown my sorrows." and proceeded to consume 2 of the 6. And had at one other time purchased some for no reason at all.) And: "I like to hear what is going on and it is too noisy at those places." Whatever. He just likes to sit in the hotel room all the fucking time. Sorry, dude. It's nice to actually go do something once in a while.

So anyway, he did drop us off. Me and TJ didn't actually even want to watch the fucking game, we just wanted out of the damn hotel. We played those trivia things at the place and kicked everyone's ass. The guy in 2cnd place was 2,000 points behind when we finally quit. So we called the Beaver and headed back to his hang-out. Shot pool, played some tunes on the "music-box" and I wanted to kick some guys ass for being a dick. Had a good time.

Sunday morning: Tommy wakes us up 2 and a half hours early and then proceeds to sleep while we get ready and pack. Then he gave us the silent treatment for most of the day because he was apparently pissed off at us.

So it was an eventful weekend for all.

In other news, as most of my friends know, it seems my financial worries are over. (For the time being, at least.)

My grandfather died quite a few years ago. (I believe around 1995.) And there has been an ongoing battle between my father's side of the family and his wife. (My grandma had passed on years before him.) She refused to leave the house, even though she had another. Well, they finally got her out, sold the house and divided up the money. The amount that was to go to my mother (Since my father has been dead even longer than my grandparents.) was divided between myself and my sister.

So not only am I going to breathe easier, but the Loaf will be creeping earlier than we thought.

Nix says: Damn! My fingers are smoking! Get some water!