What a fucking week. As you could probably tell, I didn’t have much time to update the blog this past week. I barely found the time to call out that fucking creepy omelette cooking weirdo Porn Dan. I could not let that fucking faggy shit pass without commenting. Anyhow, I have a lot of shit to get to this week. I went out with both those fucking whores from 8 Minute dating this weekend. Both were fucking disasters, as you would imagine from them going to that stupid thing in the first place. If you are a semi-hot piece of ass and you NEED to go shop yourself to strangers at a dating event, there HAS TO BE something really fucked up about you. I’ll get into the dates tomorrow.

 I also spent the last week negotiating with a very large company that want me  to develop some websites for them. Obviously, this companies have the good sense to want to work with me. The fucked up thing is trying to get anything moving faster than a fucking snail’s pace. What the fuck is the hold up on every fucking issue? My past issues with the law have all been resolved, so I can’t see why we need to rehash that stuff at every fucking meeting. I’ve agreed to all the anger management bullshit. LET IT FUCKING GO, YOU FUCKING CUNTS!!!!! This is getting ridiculous. I understand the money we agreed to was quite a bit more than you pay other producers, but you get what you pay for. I’m sure Metallica gets paid a bit more than Los Lobos when they are booked for a show. Quality. It’s all about the quality. Can we please get this fucking shit done so I can get on with my FUCKING LIFE?

In addition to all that bullshit. I think I may be self destructing too. I blacked out Saturday night until Sunday afternoon. Not that blacking out is uncommon for me, but I can’t seem to locate anyone that knows what I did and where I was. I started drinking Saturday morning after my workout. I added a few vicodin into the mix before I went out with the dummy from 8 Minute Dating. The last thing I remember is yelling at her on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant and then waking up about 15 hours later in my place. My phone was smashed off of a wall and I had dried blood on my knuckles. My CC had charges from 3 bars that I have no recollection of going to. One of them was a titty bar. Pretty fucked up. I think I better lay off the booze until late afternoons from now on.

Well there ya have it. You fucking jerks are pretty much caught up to date. I’ll fill you fucks in on my dates tomorrow. Hopefully I’ll be able to give you some news on the business front too.

Out!

Jack