The Perils of Smuggling

So I consider this post to be my first post of the day since the last one was technically posted last nite (well while I was still awake for yesterday). Tonight is my rec league indoor soccer game, at 1230pm.....geeze thats late at night (we better win). Went to my spanish class, only to find out the class was canceled. I hate it when that happens. I pay for class, so there should be class. Unless I have something more fun to do. Anyways, I got to talk to some people from class. Catch up on current events, like the lives of famous people ( I just made fun of them....honest!). Ran into probably one of the best waitresses in town, talked to her. Had a few laughs, was turned down yet again trying to acquire her number (I'll NEVER give up!). Fun day. I'll spend time in the library tonight, which will probably lead to another post, but hey, who goes to the library to learn?

So yeah, I've entered the dirty underworld of smuggling to try and make a little extra cash to spend. I heard that smuggling illegal immigrants was lucrative and a nice way to meet new people, and let them experience the American dream, (Pay lots of money for something and then getting shafted, corporate style). I mustn't be doin the job right. How do those neanderthal crime thugs do it? Because I've yet to turn a profit, and worse yet, all of those cavity searches are killing me. I've been walking funny ever sine. {just to clarify, for those wondering, I am adimatly against........cavity searches.} Yet, I think everyone in this world deserves to experience the American dream and way of life.

My grandmother gave me her special potato(e?) soup recipe and then had my life threatened when I offered to improve on the deal. Bad idea. I was told I'd be killed, and that they'd never find my body. EVER. Got to love my family. Loving people really. I might have turned out just as well if I were to have been raised by beavers.

I've been in a firefight. Well, I was in a
fire. Actually, I was fired from a fry-cook opportunity.