Jimmy is Cracking...and so am i

well, i made it through another week. sometimes it seems like a week can take a month and other times it winks an eye, why? bet u didnt know im a poet, too..well, how could u? ok.ok. im gettin kinda corny but since jimmy cracked corn and i dont care, then why did they make a song about it? ok. ok. i stole that joke, i outright admit it and i really DO NOT CARE!

my daughter harrassed me just now because i couldnt remember how to spell "stole". i explained to her that its been quite awhile since i was in ENGLISH class, but she was still laughing and couldnt hear me...snot brat!

so fridays rock. friday is my "sigh" day because i can finally relax. aaaaah! now what? what should i do with my weekend? should i spend it in bed, sleeping in late every morning? should i stay out late each night, cruising the bars, rabble-rowzing (is that really a word?) in a drunken stupor until the break of dawn (which of course would lead to the sleeping in late each morning thing again). or how about jumping on a rocket ship to the moon and making moon angels on the man's face (hmm...sounds rather suggestive). crap, i dont know what to do, but i guesss i should forget about the moon thing-there is no man there, i checked last time i went...