Hot Dogs. Cheep.

Jesus my mind is everywhere. But let's get back to the point before I stray.

My job - oh wow it has become a bit of a fucking hassle these days. Is it because I'm so awesome? Is it because I am continually let down by fucking damn-near every person I should rely on? Is it because I exaggerate every little detail?

I'm leaning towards all of the above. Sure, why not.

It's days that I start to imagine myself running a goddamn hot dog stand. How complicated can that be? I make the hot dogs. People buy them at lunch because they're hungry. There's no tight dealines, there's just "gimme three dogs" and "okay here you go bitch that'll be ten dollars". Hey I'd make the best dogs you ever ate, don't dispute me.

But motherfuck. Being a brilliant innovative genius is being lost in the details lately - wiping so many people's asses I just can't believe I'm having to do this shit. And ah. This is where the big-money-manager-position comes in to play.

Or something. Fuck I don't know.