-Yoda

And so I sit here with with wondering just how to make your nipples fall off. Yes, I know 99% of those that read me are of the female society so I tend to talk like I want to mess around with your heads as well as tell. I'm just silly that way and worth a good lashing. Remember that it's my bare bottom that enjoys this, along with an occasional nibble.

I am going back to work. Now, to make your nipples fall off, I might have 2 jobs. Good gravy, this totally freaks me out to say! I mean, I'm sure I had several of you wishing I could share in the hatred of dealings in the workforce all this time. Entry after entry in many people's diaries tell of frustrations but not I.

Til now..........First, I got a call to head on back to my old job. This was an hour before I went for an interview on a new job. Weird? I sat here and complained while wondering if those bastards were going to call or not only to have a new prospect make itself known. At 5:30pm, I was torn but decided that I'm gonna try 2 jobs since 1 is only seasonal.

Those of you that missed Crotch Rot and Clown can rejoice. I'm not sure just how often I will come across them due to everyone's hours. What I'm hoping for is this new job to add some stability. Old job is done while new job stays. Hedgehoggy. Bad on Republicans. Good for the economy.

I'm to report to my old boss tomorrow afternoon to go over the schedule, etc. Gawd, how awful it will be to walk into the face of evil once again. Lots to tell, then!

As for this new job, I love interviews. Oh, do I ace these things like a heathon finding porn stars spreading 'em. I think it's because I kind of talk up a storm all while being calm and polite. The best part is that the interviewer and I have a mutual friend.

Being interviewed is a mindset. While I was more nervous over finding the business and the entrance, not one bit of me was when it came to the interview itself. I look at it as meeting someone new and showing a true portion of my personality. Remember, I am the type that tends to make people feel very warm. You shouldn't be surprised that people are open to me knowing their past, love of Spice Girls, urging to bring back the Macarena, and filthy sexual discussions.

I really shouldn't jinx myself but rest. I'm going to be a very busy boy til December 25th. The original job is complete chaos in the back, a place I've grown to accept as my second home. While waiting on the baler to crush things, I've had moments where I dreamt of zombies breaking in and eating my co-workers while I threw toys at them. Sara sent me filthy emails that had occasional incidents where my raging rock hard penis and magic balls were too swollen for me to walk.

Girls, do not disrupt us men at work with filthy sexual discussions that have us males walking around as if Corona bottle has been placed down our pants. While you can hide your pussy stains, we have to shove things around down there til we are socially acceptable to small animals without knocking things over as we turn around. Having largeness for a penis is more trouble than it's worth. Large birds think it's for perching.

Fact: Hedgehoggy has had a large falcon land on his crotch.

For those of you with Cinemax, you already know that this channel is going to play all the Star Wars movies in the correct order tomorrow. Freaky. I've still yet to have played all of my DVDs like this. Vader and Boba Fett are still my faves as they try to kick that innocent farm-hand's ass for ruining the Empire's rule. Am I the only one that enjoyed the bad guys more?

But Star Wars brings back so much for me. From seeing the first one in the theater on a hot Summer afternoon with my dad only not to understand a damn thing all the way to nearly witnessing a large nerd riot when the special editions, shown at midnight, had a break-down. I'm sure that violence was not what would happen but disappearing bank accounts for those involved with the showing of Star Wars.

All in all, I'm racking my brain as to how I will see Sara. You see, I'm a planner, always have been and always will be. With the possibility of 2 jobs til late December, this is gonna get pretty difficult on finding my way to Indiana. I'm curious as to her take on this.

That's pretty much what I have to say for now. Finished 'Thin' by Lauren Greenfield and will gladly give my account on what I read and saw. This is basically a book, complete with pictures, about various sets of girls with eating disorders while living at Renfrew, a clinic. It's hard to imagine a girl looking like a complete skeleton as seeing herself as fat. Trust me. I, too, suffer an occasional body dismorphyia in that I see the smallest amount of fat on myself and I cringe.

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