"Ladies and Gentlemen. I would like to introduce. The one...the only...Alex Schwimmer."

So...I have decided today. I am going to be a rock star. End of story. I'll play a freaking cowbell if I have to. Doesn't matter.

On a more real, actual note..haha. I'm working. Oh hey, Alex? Working? Nooo wayyy. But I'm here to tell you. It is the truth. This man, Alex Schwimmer, he's a workin' son of a gun. Whew..haha. Anyways, I'm sitting here in my office..doing this. I have been busy all day. Had about 5 or 6 people come in for estimates, had to run to 3 or 4 different places. Worky work. Busy bee. You know..like I always am..? NOOTT. hah.

So, I'm listening to Colbie Calliat. I don't care what you say. She's hot, and has an a-mazing voice. So yeah. Just thought I'd share that with everyone. Not only does she have the voice of a Godess..but she actually has some good lyrics. Don't get me wrong everyone, I still listen to my hardcore, bang bang, shoot 'em up, kill you and your family in one shot-rap/and rock. But everynow and then, I like to bring it down a notch and listen to this kind of stuff. It actually calms me down, unlike alot of other people who it just brings down. People these days. Can't just listen to some good music without degrading it in their own ways. Blah blah blah. Oh well. I like it. And if you wanna make fun of me for it. Go ahead. Cause I'll shoot right back at you with the same bullet.

But I think this is the last of today's amazingly awesome blog post from me. So yeah. comment it up..spit your thoughts. Whatever you wanna do. I'm audi 5.

ahhhhh....first blog. should be working. blah blah blah.

whew...Where to start? How to start? Can't really say when to start, because..well. I'm starting right now. I'm at work. I really...reaalllllyyyy don't want to be here right now. The day started off shitty pretty much. I got here, on time, no problemo. Walked in, and Pete and my dad were already pretty lit because of this truck that was messed up, which had already been here to be fixed and wasn't-correctly at least. Which it is a bunch of bull, yeah. But I mean, my dad gets fired up over too many things wayyy too easily, man. Seriously. And I'm not saying this to be talking down on him, I'm just saying, he doesn't need to let all of this stuff get to him so bad. It's probably gonna kill him. He's under too much stress, and needs a vacation. Butttttttt...the problem with that is...hm...I CAN'T RUN THIS SHOP BY MYSELF!!! I can call it by myself if my dad is not here. Why you might ask? Because when Pete is "here", he's always not here at all. He'll be out in the shop, or running errands or whatever the crap. But yeah..and my dad taking a vacation right now in this point of my "learning" and my career..I couldn't do it. Not only could I not handle it...I just flat out couldn't do it. hahahaahahahaha. Oh well.

Anyways...on a lighter note. Next weekend is 4th of July. And boy lemme tell ya...i'm excited. Probably going to go to the lake. Don't know which one. Don't know who with. And frankly...I don't really care. It's just gonna be a blast man. The old gang gettin back for a weekend(and by the "old gang" and do mean the T-unit. and by the T-unit i do mean, me, gerald, buie, rocky, and pitt.) Man...swimmin in the lake. shhh...but we're all gonna get drunk. but keep that on the "d-L". haha. but yeah, anywho.

I'm pretty sure I need to get off here and go back to work...i could be wrong, but I'm guessing i'm not. So..yeah. Dueces.