Am I bored, or just sad…

It is very late… or rather very early depending on your point of view.  Whatever the time I must soon retire to bed.  I have to go to work tomorrow then I will be going to pick up The Boy who has been on a much needed vacation with his Nanny and Pappy.

I have noticed that while the darling little one has been away I have been unable to sleep comfortably.  No matter how much sleep I get I do not feel rested when I wake.  I have also accomplished far less than I thought I could.  It seems as though I have less time than I did when The Boy was here!  How is this possible?  My first reaction was that I was just enjoying my free time a little too much.

Upon further reflection, I think I just miss my baby.

Warning: coarse language & adult content/not suitable for younger audiences.

There is a particular co worker that I despise. This co worker has an ego the size of Saskatchewan, but his talent is barely as big as Cape Breton. He is also under the impression that he is a ladies man and often ogles the girls at work.
Needless to say he is an ass.

I have a very hard time holding my tongue, as anyone who knows me in real life can attest to. If I don’t like you I can hardly contain myself and will often say things with out thinking… things that aren’t very nice.

For the purposes of this post I will call this co worker “Pig Vomit” because he looks like a pig and makes me want to vomit.
So far this past month I have -

Called “Pig Vomit” a jackass…

Twice.

Told “Pig Vomit” to fuck off…

More times than I can count.

Said that I would be more likely to get the girl than he would…

To which the girl agreed with me! Ha.

Told him his penis was small…

I’m not sure he heard me say that, does it still count?

Called him an idiot…

Almost daily.

Told him I wouldn’t taste the food he made because it was disgusting…

And it is. Really gross.

Called him a fuck-face…

and told him I didn’t like him.

Whew, that feels better. Now, truth be told, most of that actually happened in the past 2 weeks, and 3 of them happened yesterday.

Now don’t go away thinking “Pig Vomit” is the innocent victim here, he gives as good as he gets. Well he isn’t as clever as me, really fuck-face was brilliant, no? He actually spends most of his time saying fuck and talking about how great he is. He is quite nice to your face, then he talks about you behind your back. Isn’t that special. He also can’t take as good as he gives. He gets quite upset if you talk back to him which brings us to why he doesn’t like me.

Oh the joys of work.

We’re so sorry, Uncle Albert

I absofuckinglutely suck at blogging lately.  Wow.  Maybe I should drink and type more often as it seems to be the only thing that works for me.

I have nothing else to say, except go check out Urban Baby Runway where I sometimes post.  Aren’t I special?

Also cute.

Most definitely cute.

It’s too early for coherent thought.

Well well well

Here I am, half asleep and typing.  This could prove to be just as bad as drinking and typing.  Speaking of, did you know that driving while talking on your cell phone is just as bad as drunk driving?  I saw it on Mythbusters.  Great show.

I am listening to the new rock station here in Charlottetown.  Aren’t you excited?  I sure am.  They are having a watermelon seed spitting contest later.  I think I should enter, don’t you?  I can spit with the best of them.

Why am I asking questions as if someone will answer me?  We all know that I have a couple screws loose (someone actually said that to me yesterday at work) so humour me ok.

Well gotta go, somewhere.

Love ya dearly.