Volleyballs & Wet Dreams

OH MY GOD! Seriously?! There I was in dream land, which since meeting my VW who by the way is now my GF if I haven't said that already...whatever, I know I did...I'm just happy about it...anyway, back to dream land. So there I was in dream land with her and her beautiful smile and soft skin, when out of know where I hear, "I DON'T WANT PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY!" My eyes fly wide open, she disappears and I'm left with my skin on fire and a feeling of, "WHAT THE FUCK PEOPLE!" Now, given the peanut butter statement above, you might think that this was a 2 year old in the hall-way. Nope. That would be the mother-fucking high-school volleyball team who is eating breakfast in the room next to mine. All of a sudden my ears fill with their screams, laughs, and parents. Where is that mute button located? At this point it was 6:20 in the morning, and I didn't fall asleep until sometime after 2:00 am. THIS IS NOT OK!!!

Oh, yeah...did I mention my pimp put me up in the hotel so I wouldn't have to be on the ho-stroll all night? It's great, the Johns just send me a text and I'm all like, "What up" and that's that. Wham Bam, that will be $750 please. Actually, no, that's not true. I'm here for a 3 day work conference where I need to be on my game and ready to train my team so they can go out and impact student achievement. The question remains...how in the hell am I supposed to do that when the students are in the god-forsaken suite next to me bitching about PB&Js and their helicopter parents are laughing so f-ing loud, and I can't finish my f-ing wet dream. SHIT PEOPLE!

Oh...I hope everyone has a great day :)

"Take that BITCHES!"