Chuck Taylors and The Pillows

Hey again. I didn't do really anything today. I was sick again. I think I got sick at work yesterday. The grease really needs to be changed. They need to make a retirement fund for fast food workers. Something along the lines of "Grease Lung" or "Greasy Comp." Maybe someday, when I get rich, I'll start one. That's a dream if I ever had one. I'll call it "Greasy Terry," that way, when someone retires from Wendy's or McDonald's they'll think of me, covered in grease. That truly is the Fast Food worker's dream. Maybe I should set my sights a little higher, for I do not intend on working here for the rest of my life. However, that does have a nice ring to it. Fast Food retirement, here I come. Later Days. BTW, I turned comments on here, so feel free to praise or fry my everyday events.