Dooced? I Think Not.

So even though a couple of people at my work know about my blog (I don't think they read it) I am so not getting dooced. Why, you ask? I'll tell you why. I'm the Employee of the Month. That's right folks, you heard it here. Me, Employee of the Month. How weird is that? I got a nice little glass standee and my name on a plaquard at the hotel. Oh, and money.

Not that any of this will matter soon, since Mario and I are totally winning the Mega Millions $105 Million jackpot tonight. If we win I'll tell you all about the amazing debauchery that follows. Mario wants to hire a hooker just so he can through $100's at her while having sex and screaming, "You're nothing to me, Bitch!" And to think everyone believes I'M the asshole. I just wouldn't waste my money on the hooker, and I'd throw $1's. I'm cheap like that. And I'm better with women, so I don't have to buy it.

So what have I been up to, other than winning prestigious awards, and huge amounts of money? Well, I got more than a little drunk on my nights off and managed to not fall off of my roof, which is something I haven't always managed to not do. I also got so wasted yesterday that I slept for twelve hours last night, and went to bed at 10pm. The Darkness might have helped with that, and a little something I call MGM. You'll have to ask for the explanation to that one. Since it's pretty much the typical thing I do, and since we still don't have anything to record my drunken antics I didn't feel a need to really tell you much about it. That, and I was really too drunk to post anything.

OH!!!! I totally got my SHIRT!!! This thing is SO me. This is now one of the places I will actually buy my t-shirts from. I love this sight, it cracks me up. Blame Karen for this one too. She's cool, and she hasn't been peed on, unlike some other people I know.

Mario and I also boarded down to the waterfront, then up and down that for a while, then hopped the water taxi to Alki Beach and skated there for a while. We also hit a little place called Cactus, which makes great margaritas and we had a few of those. The food was great too, incidentally. Great ride, but I think I totally fucked my ankle. Maybe I am just getting old and decrepit.

One last thing (Yes, I know I'm longwinded). One of the gay guys at my work told me today that I need to shave off my beard. I'm not big on men's fashion, or style, or anything like that, so I usually take the advice of gay men, women, and my room mate (who fits in the first category). But I always look for a second opinion before I do it, even if it's something that will grow back in about three days. So let me know, just leave it in the comments. And yes, if I do shave, I'll get you a picture.

I really shouldn't wait this long to do a post, I end up writing forever, sorry.