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Driver's Diaries

I sat down at my desk in my bedroom, looked at the stacks of guitar books, cd’s, movies, papers, books, and the camera that I haven’t used in a year and thought that it was appalling that I had let all of this mess accumulate and that I really ought to clean it up. With a sigh I mentally sorted through all of the items on my desk, and then came to a realization; there is nothing more satisfying than a messy desk. It really does say something great about you. I don’t mean the kind of messy desk that you have at work where it is all neglected stuff that you really don’t want to do. That just means that you are overwhelmed and probably stressed needlessly. No what I mean is the kind of mess that really shows that you are an interesting person.

If you have more than a half-dozen books on your desk on subjects ranging from the arts to science to how to re-build your car engine, cd’s both burned and loose from their jewel cases, movies that hardly anyone else has ever seen, mixed with various musical instruments and the obligatory notepad, then you are probably an interesting conversationalist. 

I have always had some sort of mess following me around. I take a backpack everywhere I go and it has the minor equivalent of what you would find on my desk at home. All of this drives my wife absolutely nuts, but here is how I see it; if you don’t have a mess of things around you at all times, how are you going to get everything done before you die? That’s what it’s really all about, isn’t it? Doing everything you can before Richard Dawson (may he rest in peace) tells you that your time is up?

Hello again

Hello Lads and Lassies,

I know I have been away too long. I have been exploring the world of the well paid folks and have found that it is, indeed, a frightening place filled with horrors of commonality and debauchery. The debauchery wasn't so bad, but the commonality was dreadful. So, I return with tales of greed and stupidity from the land of the pretty people with shiny white teethe and leathery tanned skin. Thank you for all welcoming me home and raise a glass, but be sure to make mine a whiskey!

Ben

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To the editor that was trying to find me via this blog, I would like to say that I am sorry that it took me so long to realize that you were trying to get in touch with me and I hope that it doesn't keep us from working together.

Ever So Humbly Yours,

Ben Snider

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Why I Won't Text and Drive

I am not afraid of the crap they say might happen if I text my BFF while driving. Even though there are grisly images floating around the world wide web. I'm not worried that Officer's Neil and Bob might catch me and give me a hefty fine. My wallet would survive alright. I'm not worried that I might accidentally send a salacious come on to my boss. (He'd just chuckle anyway). The truth of the matter is this. I don't want to be the Douchie VanBagster that gets in the way!