Something that I have always known, was validated today while I was standing in line for lunch. These three women were talking about dog fights in some area around here and they were all, "OMG, I love them dog fights. I used to pay so much money to go every weekend and watch them." Then they started talking about how the people who run said dog fights kill the dog that loses and they were saying it in a manner as if they were talking about getting their hair done. If I had more courage, or balls of steel, I would have said something but I just shut my mouth and ordered my food. Reason #4651351065403 I want to leave the south is because of this crap. I know dog fighting is rampant all over the country, but the south is HARDCORE into it. Let's see those women get thrown into a ring with knives and shards of glass and see how fun it is. Stupid bitches.

On another note, I went to Walmart and got the last little bit for my Ohio trip this Saturday. It needs to hurry up because I am muy excited. I've never driven such a far distance by myself. I think the longest I've ever done is 4 hours, and this one will be 11. I've also never gone further north than West Virginia or further west than Georgia. I am going to be tired as hell when I get there, but thank God for a few hours before Ed's show where I can get a nap in. I am going to have next to no money for this trip (aside from gas money), so I am going to have to be extra cautious as what I spend money on. Cheap ass food or sandwhiches for me. Woot! *sarcasm*

Today begins the countdown of the end of this job. To say that I am ready for it, is a VAST understatement. I am just tired of all of the b.s. this hospital seems to be all about. Almost no training and instead of telling you your mistakes and showing you ways to fix it, they let it build and build and build and then jump all over you for not doing it right the past month. How the hell does that work? I can't learn unless you tell me. Hopefully my next job won't be this incompitent. 'Fo Shizzle!