Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Cut My Wrist and Black my Eyes


Bad I'm Emo as Hell..........seee.....

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Confessions of a Parking Lot Managaer

Waiting in anticipation for this weekend. Mostly because it will be 2 degrees and I will be at Trade Day, outside, dealing with a bunch of motards. Trade Day is great fun for those of you who have never been, yes; you have many things to look forward to when going there to work. Whether it be someone spitting skoal in your hand, putting a cigarette out in your hand, or hitting you in the face with a Mountain Dew bottle while you are sleeping. Or maybe it is the inevitable illegal mexican plowing into the parking shack with you inside. Yes there is fun times to be had at the Flea Market. One incident in particular comes to mind, a ginormous camper comes rolling in with a driver who, apparently has no depth perception at all. As they drew nearer to the shack i realized that they were going way to fast and were way to close to the building. Talk about a titanic moment. IT HIT! Right in the corner tipped the whole damn shack up in the air and i was forced to balance the building so that i wouldnt fall over. He backed up and the poor ole shack slammed back to the ground and they just drove on... Sad day at Trade Day but then again any day at trade day is sad!