I didn’t do it…I swear officer..it wasn’t me~~

Yeah, that is the story I am telling, and sticking to it. I take back everything I said last night about this moring. Ah, it was killer. The alarm rang, and I did not wanna get up. I just wanted to sleep for another three hours. Guess I ran my mouth off a little to much last night about not minding going to work on five hours sleep but dude it was killer.

It all started when of course I got there late. Didn’t even have time to make it for some tacos. So therefore no breakfast. Myspace, which is my helper/grunt/ showed up kinda late, but he was cool, cause he brought me a taco, so everything was good. I haven’t really taked about Myspace a whole lot, cause he is just one of those guys, that basicly has no life and lives his life day to day. Ha, reminds me me of me, but he smokes weed, and I don’t so na. Anywhom, so I ask him what the chisme is, and he goes na dude I know nothing. I was like cool, well you know what to do so do it. So he did his usual saturday thing. Take out the trash, and sweep the store. So I was like dude are you done, he was like yeah. It was bout twenty till 11 and I was like dude tell you what get a ladder, cause I need you to change a few light bulbs. He was like alright cool. Now keep in mind, that his is about 6-2 6-3 and weights about 280-290. So he goes out back, and comes in with this rinkadinky ladder. I look at him and go Chief what da fuisknhoihogn are you thinking. He goes what, what did I do, I was like dude of all the ladders we have..why did you get this one..He was like its alright, it will hold me. I was like dude it isn’t get a better one, he is like dude it will work. So i was like fine. So I leave go to the back of the store, the office primarly, and I am sitting there looking over some books, when all of a sudden I hear a loud crash. From some reason, i started to laugh. Guess I already knew what had happend, and I am sure by know you do too. So I am sitting there, in the office, laughing my ass off. CAuse I am thinking dude he fell off the ladder, and the bulb is what broke. And since it was a flourescent one, he is probably covered in white dust. I laughed, cause I knew if he told me dude why didn’t you tell me the ladder was going to break, I was going to tell him dude I told you to get a better one. So then all of a sudden, he walks into the office and goes, dude what are you laughing at..I look at him and go at you..He looks at me, then goes why..I go cause didn’t you just eat it, and he goes na, i was in the bathroom…

So I tell ya one of the things that I seem to be most amazed at, is when I help out a teacher.  Not just any teacher, but a teacher that taught you. Yeah, I am getting old. So today Mrs. Hall came in and was looking for some paint. Ah the dreaded ol paint department of the store. I have witnessed many intresting battles there between husbands and wifes, wifes and friends, lovers and strangers, well you get the clue. So she comes in, and has a quart of paint she had boughten there yesterday from Dennis. The owner/manager/dumbass. Ha, I can say it and get away with it. So she is like there, and goes JP, I got this yesterday, but I don’t like the color, do you think we can add something to it, to make it look more yellow/goldish. Now mixing paint is like making a cocktail, or a mixed drink, or an apple pie. Once the ingrediants are in, and the thing is done, you just don’t add stuff to it to make it better. It does not happen. We have 10 basic colorants that are added to gallons or quarts of paint to tint them. The people that get paid to come up with the formula for the colorants, do not add, in case you need it darker, add this much colorant. Bottom line is, once a color is made, you can;t add more red to make it reder. Or more yellow to make it yellower. So there I was, trying to xplain to her, that there was no way in hell, that I could add anything to make that quart of paint  more yellow/goldish. She was like well why not. Then I got a flashback as to why I didn’t like her class, and said screw it. I said alright Mrs. Hall, tell me, what would you like for me to add. What do you think will make this look better. She was like well, add a little white, a couple onces of Yellow Oxide, and many a shot or two of Perminant Yellow. Dude, I will not lie to you..but after it was all said and done..we ended up with purple paint. I was like yo, this is pretty cool. Her on the other hand, didn’t find it too funny…

I have done pissed D off last night. I knew it, I knew it was going to happen. Woke up this morning, thinking oh my and what have I done. Well I really didn’t know it in the moring, but when I didn’t get my usuall voicemail, which by the way, I love and enjoy and make my day go by faster, I knew something was wrong. Then again, I think I said all this last night, after I got done talking with her, so i will spare you the re-run, and therfore force you to go back and read last nights entry. So anywhom, I go thru the day, and it is dragging like molasis in winter time. I thought about sending her a Txt message, but I know that she would probably not reply, and well I had done a big mistake. So I was like well, I am human, but then again, when I keep making mistake after mistake towards her, that becomes kinda whatever the word that is suppose to fit in here is..I can’t recall it. So five rolls around, and i can;t wait to get out. I kept thinking to myself, how in the blue hell, am I going to xplain to Dennis, that the shelf that held the Circle E candles decided to give, and we now have lost 21 candles cause they decided to meet thier untimely death when they hit the tile. I think about it for a second and just decide to go with it. When and if he calls me tomorrow asking what happed to his candles, I am going to go hey sh*t happens. So I get in my truck and drive home. Hear just about every sad depressing song that I can think of. Yeah that is usually how I cope with someone being mad at me or pissed at me. SO I get home, and make me a little Ketel One and Orange Juice. And I didn’t skimp either. I went and bought acutall oranges and squeezed them. Wish they would have been melons, but oh well. Needless to say, I was sitting back, just enjoying a nice screwdriver, when I got a txt. It was D. We went thru our usuall hello’s how are ya, and then she said that she had written a new entry, that I should read it. So I pop my happy but and get on OD. I check the number of people that have stopped by today, then I hit the notes. I read her note, and I was like nope, it isn’t going to happen. I am not going to read her entry, cause I can just imagine how bad she feels, and what she has to say about me. I was like nope, am not going to do it. She called me and we talked. A little awkward at first, but then it started to flow. She asked me if I had read the entry, and I told her nope. She said why, not and I was like cause it is probaly something bad, then she was like well it isn’t as bad as you think. Then I said, listen, I am going to tell you my mistake, before I make it this time. I said, my mistake is going to be, that I will not read your diary entry, and two or three days down the road, me not reading that entry is going to kick me in the ass. So there, I am telling you know, that I am going to make a mistake by not reading it. She was like whatever. So there ya have it folks. Another day in the life of JP. Still haven’t read th

e entry, nor do I think I am. Just to afraid, to scared, to accept my punishment.

I think I am going to change my name. Instead of JP I am going to change it to TNT…cause well they say that they know drama..and well I am drama..lol. Ok, off to get a refill. And see if I can patch this up with D.

Goodnight and Till then…

JP AKA TNT..