This is what is on my friends "about me" section on facebook. His name is Bob, we worked together for 3 years. He was my dispatcher. He made me a lot of money at one point. Apparently, he isn't to happy with life.
I am not a reflection of my FB blog. I'm an ever-changing entity that defies definition. In fact, the next time you read this it will probably have changed, and if it hasn't then you're reading my profile too much and I consider you a stalker. Having said that, I'm no big deal. I have the never-ending temp job that pays shit. After work I go home and watch TV or some DVD from Netflix, or argue with my wife over something trivial or mundane, which sometimes leads to heartache but mostly just fades into the background of my pathetic life. Very rarely do I go anywhere other than the grocery store or some other food venue. On the weekends I usually clean my apartment or go shopping with my wife. Sometimes I go out and hang with friends but only when they call me. I'm generally disappointed with people, including myself. I spend most of my time fighting with my wife. We usually break stuff. Basically, I'm on a downward spiral toward imminent self-destruction. My idea of fun is letting go of my problems and listening to music very loudly until my wife comes home and ruins it. Oh, and I like pictures of giant women.
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