Happy birthday to Christine, Jessica and Meghan. I hope the day is wonderful for all three of you.
So time for some drunken ramblings. I haven't done this before, so deal with it. To ANYONE who thinks this column is too emotional at times … F off … seriously. This is me. This is jaylowe. If you don't like it, take your eyes elsewhere. I'm not here to please the masses. I'm here to write what I want to write. I'm here to do what in the blue hell I want to do. If you don't dig it, go read something about sports.
Bitch fest '02 … I've got a lot on my mind right now. Everything that I want to work out, just seems destine to fail. Don't get me wrong. It isn't a lack of confidence. I'm the best man for the job. I'm the best man for your heart. I'm just a damn good guy. I don't doubt any of those comments. But the thought of being jobless in one month scares the hell out of me. I've developed this new attitude … if it happens, it is meant to be. If it doesn't, same thing … it is meant for me to do something else. I don't mind this new look at things. Of course, I'll be very disappointed if I am jobless in a month. But I will eventually realize it is what is meant to be. Now this entire outlook could change if one of the job opportunities opens up. But we'll see. We'll be patient and see what happens.