So its outer world for me tonight. I am, once again, breaking my New Year's resolution of not drinking during the work week.

Me + life changing vow = failure.

Hey ladies, don't look at me like. I won't fail THAT vow.

Of course, if there were any ladies who were both reading this blog and having amourous intent towards myself, I am quite certain I have chased them away by now. I wonder if I could rent myself out as a scarecrow for women? It would be an easy job. Just show up and try talking to every girl that comes in. I suppose I would be more of an offensive weapon then a defensive one. Like, some dudes are having a party. Their enemy rents me for the night to chase away all the women.

I then get my ass kicked.

I would need some very good health insurance.

That or just charge a lot.

Either way, it couldn't be any worse overall then my current job. Yes, the hunt is back on. Its official!
- posted by Pat @ 9:44 PM