Laziness.Pure And Simple.

So,I've been floundering at work for the past two weeks, with just under two years of sales experience under my belt, right alongside those who have up to 30yrs + a college degree.

To a certain point,this makes me feel better about the epic failure that is my sales figures for the month.On the other hand,it refreshes my memory as to just how bad the economy really is, with the "old timers" doing as lousy, (more lousy,if I'm not being kind) as I am.Facing down the colorful assortment of wackos I work with is becoming a chore,since cheating has now more than ever begun to figure into the sales crisis.But as it turns out,I kick so much a$$,I can tackle drunken bag ladies,(a.k.a. the coworker)and still sell $499 sofas with the five-year warranty.


I missed out on the Goonies 25th Anniversary Geek- Out in Astoria,Oregon this month,and I'm fucking pissed.What the hell kind of Goonie am I,ignoring such an event?

From the glut of pictures floating around on the web,the seaside soiree looked like a little slice of heaven on earth. Corey Feldman,Sean Astin,Curtis Hanson,(OK,like Troy's dad matters,let's get Kerri Green in here..)and fat-to-wafer-thin Jeff Cohen made an appearance to up the rabid Goonie fandom.And lots of people belonging to the message board I frequent shared sleeping accomodations,and had breakfast together.And there was all sorts to Goonie activities/tours to filming locations,and overall masturbatory cave exploration games going down,designed just for a Goonie-aholic like myself.But did I show?Fuck no.

So I've been too damned lazy to crank out an entry or two to chronicle the stuffs happening in my life. I could argue that things like my heated confrontation with She Of The Super Cuts Hairdon'ts,(an momentous occasion that deserved its own entry indefinitely) has sapped my strength,but we both know it'd be a bullshit excuse.

I did enjoy a blink-and-you'll miss-it trip to Michigan with my lovely wife,camping just off of the northern peninsula on Memorial Day weekend.Damn was that a a long drive! I violated my own hard and fast rule of no cheesedick souvenirs,and bought a tee-shirt at the Mystery Spot/tourist trap in St. Ignace.I liked the color.

That's all for now,I'm honestly not interesting enough to warrant another paragraph. As it is,this bitch probably reads like a novel.

TTFN.