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I know what your thinking where did AJ going this week. I’m thinking the same thing, and yes I think in the third person. The short version/what I think I am leagaly able to divulge is I went from Lousiana to Missouri. Things I saw along the way,
1) Slow drivers, as if under the influence of a murder she wrote marathon will speed up in passing zones.
2) There are far to many Dodge Chargers on the road.
3) I heard what I consider the proper use of the phrase “hot damn”
4) Most counties with like named cities do not co exsist
5) I wish Neil would have dressed as Karch Karily and spiked a balloon onto the stage next to Rick.( I know, nothing to do with driving, part nlc grand opening, consider it a bonus)
6) Witnessed my first all female road work crew, but, as I’m sure you’ve guessed, some of them might have been men at one time.
7) People go to die in between Quitman and Gravesvillie
8 ) I’ve seen deer, turtles, and more impressive, zebra
My new job is great. I work long hours, but it is great. This last week I think I raked in about 60 hours. Those who know me know I’m not a mean individual, I can have a sharp tongue, but it normally all in good fun.
Earlier this week while riding with my trainer Dale I was struck with a unexplained rage. There was a reason but not good enough to constitute this much blind anger. It got to the point were I started having horrible thoughts.
Just to let you into my psyche a bit, when I am joking with friends I will say a lot of violent things. Sometimes very very horrible things but it is something I would do to them and something that is purely a physical or cosmetic violence. That is just a way I bond with some of my closer friends, boys will be boys and all. But if were really angry with someone I wouldn’t worry about threatening them I attach their insecurities. I inflict emotional damage, something I feel will really tear down there confidence.
Now on this day should have been a short day since we were going to Beebe and surrounding areas. Long story short the day was taking far longer than it should have due to a lack of knowing where we were going and refusing to use directions. Anyway I was becoming upset about it because I was looking forward to getting home before 8. Then it started to escalate. I began to realize the severity of it when I started having thoughts like, “It must be nice for all of your friends to be dead and have no other responsibilities,” and I could feel my blood pressure rise. I know, I know that is horrible, it’s not like I said it aloud to him. From that point I tried every form of meditation I could think of. I’m not sure why or where something that awful came from but I never want it inside of me again.
Let us all breath a collective sigh of relief. I have a job. I now work for Home I.V. Specialist. What do I do? glad you asked. I deliver medical supplies and yes some times that means drugs. For a little perspective I fill a van with 90% diapers and pedia-sure. The other 10% is glass vials of pure fat, plastic hoses, and bags. Every once an awhile I get to transport a little medication (mostly antibiotics, I think, but I tell people it is balloons of heroine). My career expands a total of 2 days, so far, but those two days total 26 hours of work. I don’t mind long hours but let us hope that isn’t a sign of things to come.
With my garage sale over I’ve still got some things that need to be sold. I’ll put some pictures down below that you can check the stuff out. So if you feel like being part of UCA’s pirating solution or just need some seating I’ve got it. Also I do not have a photo up but I have 2 TI-83 Plus graphing calculators. I could really use the cash just let me know what you want and when you’d like to get it. It will be a first come basis.
On Sunday I received a phone call from an unknown number. I answered and was asked if I knew where the exit for London, AR was. I was then told I will receive another phone call later letting me know when I should be at said location. I was told the package would be delivered by a girl in a red truck. Turns out it was my grandmother, but what narcotic organization isn’t run by a sweet old lady these days.
Today I shopped at Price Cutters which puts me 2 steps away from being an original gangster. Now all I need is a gat and a large collection of pho-bling. Which both can be found at Price Cutters for reasonable prices.
Things I learned at the garage sale.
1) When you see a garage sale sign traffic laws no longer apply
2) If another garage sale is listed on your street, people will ask if you are it. If you answer no, they will leave without viewing the merchandise like you’re Wal-Mart to their Target.
3) Like wearing a low cut shirt and no undergarment on the dance floor, older men will try and take advantage of you.
4) People in cars are speed shoppers. Buy something small and cheep, as if you were shopping for that illegitimate niece or nephew.














