Happy Fucking New Year!

Just to be clear, I'm using the F-word in the title in the happy sense. It's been a long strange year. Can't say I'm not happy to see 2008 die a horrible death, but there were some bright spots. I have some big plans for '09, we'll see how that all works out, I'll keep ya posted. I am going to spend the first weekend of the new year stuck out of town with a bunch of people I barely know. I've heard I can have a few beers in the evening, but I don't think these people are ready to see me have a "few" beers. I guess I'll have to behave myself. Who knows maybe I'll even have fun. Tonight I'm going to a friends house for a "few" beers. I should have fun, I've known this guy for over 30 years, so it's usually pretty relaxed. I don't think I'm going to get completely plastered though, that's one of those "big plans" I have for the new year. On second thought, if I plan on drinking less in the new year, I still have a few hours left before that takes effect, and I am going out drinking right after work. I guess that's all I've got for now, I think I'm rambling anyway. Talk to y'all next year. Get it.............. next year! Damn, I make myself laugh sometimes. Later y'all, I'm 10-99.

I see you lookin'...................

I'm not a rich man. I can accept my lot in life. I have a job that puts me in places with very successful women. Some of which are very attractive. I know I'm not the type of guy they want to be seen with. But I see them looking. Me in my ripped jeans, worn out t-shirt, and work boots, walking through their offices. I see them surrounded by the little men with their Armani suits and fancy man shoes, and they look at me. Not just look, but fuck me with their eyes. I know what you want from me, I know I'm not what you want to take to the country club, but you want me in ways those "little men" can't satisfy. You want someone who's hands have the strength of 30 years of hard labor, and I have that. I know what you want me for baby, and I'm ok with that. Really, I am. So if you want me to be your little "secret" just lock that door behind me baby, I'm man enough to take care of what you need.

Hey!!!

This is my blog, I'm Happy Jack, and I don't know shit. I'm not good at dancing either, though I likes to watch the ladies dance. What else, ohh I know, I like naked chicks too. I like tacos, and beer. I've had a headache for about the last two weeks, I think it's brain aneurysm or something. I'm hoping I get cool powers like that dude on tv. I want to be able to make stuff move or something, or get my songs on the jukebox at the bar before anyone else does. That would rock. I need to go now, I have to drink some beer or something important like that.