Chicken With It's Head Cut Off...

In case you fellow readers don't know it, I have been running around like a chicken with it's head cutoff. The headless chicken is aimlessly going in every direction possible and not getting to any destination. Sure... it's fun to send those special buds some scandalous pics of myself (hey I was a porn star on another site)... but is this really a productive use of my time? How many countless hours can I spend cruising and chatting with people I don't even know? Well, I am tired of feeling this way. I need a routine.

BRETT'S ROUTINE TO GET OUT OF FUNK:

1. Continuing my MCSE (Microsoft Certified Systems Engineer) Training: You can never have too much education. This is so I can land my dream job someday. I am going to study every week and pass those exams before the year ends. As God is my witness, I shall never be poor again!

2. Working Out and Exercising 5 days a week: Hey, if you want to play with the buff boys, you have to look like them. I am sorry, but I can't buy into the "It's whats inside that counts." THEY BOTH COUNT. I have to be physically attracted to you AND love what's in your heart. My dream man is going to be a strong fucker... willing and able to kick ass at a moment's notice. That is what I want to be to. I dare some redneck to call me a FAGGOT. I'll have his ass BENT before he can utter any more words.

3. Playing Tennis: This is a sport that I truly love and I can truly participate in. I can outhustle anyone. I can hit well. The problem area is my serve. It is erradict. Sometimes I can score the PERFECT ACE. Unfortunately, that is only 1 out of every 20 times I serve. Most every other time I serve is WEAK. Sure I can hit that ball in the square (rarely doublefault), but I want that ball coming at you BLAZING and ON FIRE. I need a regular tennis buddy to play tennis with now. My Ex will probably be around only sparingly, as I am sure his new single life will keep his weekends all about FUN FUN FUN.

4. Focus on Finances: Now that I have a fulltime roommate that will be living with me, and I have cleared some debt hurdles, I can finally start saving money for a rainy day. I need to be SHREWED with money. I want to travel, but I also want to have enough money for a rainy day. What if I meet the man of my dreams far away, but don't have a nestegg to make the move? What if I want to unattach myself from my father's umbilical chord and make my own path in life somewhere? I can only do it if I plan and I am disciplined. Of all my routines, this will be the most challenging.