I Work To Live

One of the restaurants at the resort in Mexico had this sauce with chips and whatnot with every meal. It was perhaps one of the greatest things in life, trumped only by the fried oysters at another restaurant. It was just the right creaminess, just the right spiciness, just the right everything. As I recall it, I feel a mixture of joy and sadness. I'll most likely never have this exact flavor again, but I am glad that I've had it. So delicious. So wonderful. It was an explosion in my mouth.*


* Insert dirty joke here. Do you see how I just cater to the dirty minds? Do you? And people say that I'm inconsiderate. Bastards.

SRT #41

Tired from Mexico and cramming at work. Perhaps I will be a shitty employee and write a blog instead of reports. We'll see what happens.

SRT #40

I spent four hours going 35 miles. So disgusting.

ADDENDUM
I heard/read a rumor that some trucking union conspired to circle the beltway at exactly 55 mph to ensure heavy traffic so as to bring attention to their anti-illegal immigrant stance. If this is true, I'm voting for whoever screws them over. I can just imagine the clandestine planning taking place in some random warehouse:

Jerk Trucker: How can we make Washington pay attention to us?
Idiot Trucker: Let's quadruple the entire city's commute time!
Fucking Horrible Trucker: Excellent idea! The hatred of thousands will ensure our victory!

I Knew It!

Crocs are demonic beings sent to our world to destroy us! And people thought I was just being a paranoid anti-bad shoes vigilante. In your FACE!

Plastic clogs disrupt machinery in Swedish hospital

SRT #39

I resisted shopping in Georgetown today. This is a triumph.