I

just wanna look in those eyes.

Kiss those sweet lips.

And know everything is going to be okay.

And I want to be there for you.

To be able to do the same.

Thats really it.

Thats all I really want.

I don't think it's askin to much.

From either of us.

Mom and Connie went to St. Louis via Franklin TN.

And they forgot their gifts lol.

Didn't hear a word about their cousin in St.Louis during diner.

There was plenty of time to bring it up before all the drama unfolded.

Started my day...

with a text from the glorified idiot coffee boy who can't write, spell or use punctuation.

Yep, he pulls off the trifecta.

1:45 in the afternoon.

Still sleeping.

Wantin to know if we had text a VP about a down circuit.

We don't text.

We call.

We did.

Twice.

The whole reason we call this VP?
Cause the head of DNS won't let him know about down circuits.

Seems to me like the VP needs to have a talk with the guy in charge on DNS but no, just have the NOC call him.

Whatever.

We called him.

Twice.

Voicemail.

Both times.

It was thunder.

Now Phil wants to know if we text him.

James and Carols responded.

Neither Chad or I did.

I never will.

Ever.

Phone.

Email.

Text.

Whatever.

Unless it's about pay or benefits.

That's my time.

It is the most precious thing I have on this earth and I guard it like a mother fucker.

Stay away.

Not yours.

There is a reason I am not management.

You get yours.

22 hours one week and 55 the next.

Most time they get more than that as I usually start early.

Sometimes I get to skate a lil beforehand.

But its a lot more me givin than takin.

By a long, long margin.

Now you wanna ruin my day off too?

When I am already giving you more time than you are paying me for?

Fuck you.

My time.

Not yours.

Building could disappear when I walked out the door and I wouldn't give a fuck.

That place is the farthest thing from my mind when I hit that door.

Especially coming home after a weekend.

Anybody has anything to ask or anything they wanna say?

To either of us?

Well...

Everybody knows when everybodys there and at what times.

It aint some big secret.

Come.

Sit a spell.

Lets talk.

Any of them.

Anytime.

Ever.

I got more bullets in my holster than they do theirs and they know it.

It's why nobody ever says anything.

This fucknuts done text me more on my days off in his few months than Kenny did in years.

"Hey Fucknuts!"

"Huh?"

"I aint ever gonna answer ya dipshit, stop!"

Is it really that hard to figure out?

That was the start of the day lol.

Then the drama at dinner.

People wonder why I am a 420 advocate?

Well...

Lets just say sittin on my porch late at night sure does beat killin some people.

It's the truth.

Dave agrees.

Ask him.

Love ya Bambi :-).

Night.