What, you still here??

Well, I have to admit, I really like the idea of complaining to a physical audience inbetween my time spent with you. Would you believe that there are still people that expect you to earn the money they give you week to week? I know, wierd isn't it? I really enjoy the ones that give you that look - you know - "the look", as if somehow their distaste for my inactivity is going to send me spiraling into guilt ridden fits of remorse and bring me begging for the redemption only they could possibly offer. "How will you repair my broken life oh great one?" "How will you reinstill the fear I have so carelessly left upon your alter?" I am so certain that I am in need of punishment, repeat doses of boy bands and "pop" tarts, maybe a long confessional with the flavor of the month teen whore. Yes a good stern "talking to" from that chalice of wisdom ____________ (insert tragicly turned out teen prostitute of the month here). This rambling makes absolutley no sense, what did you say your name was again? Theres a twenty on the dresser, maybe you can fix me a sandwich on your way out..............