where the fuck is everyone?
Wow, things have been silent out there in LiveJournal land. Where are all you people?
Anyway, I get to go to Denver this Thursday. Normally, I'd be all excited, but since I'm supposed to be packing and getting ready to go to Biloxi for the next three months, I'm sort of annoyed that I'm going. Talk about bad timing...
June was a very regretful month for me. I keep thinking about all the things I would've done differently. Most of all, I wish I had gone home earlier - I would've been there for my grandparents' party, I wouldn't have wasted so much vacation time, and I would've been there for my cousin's wedding. Plus, then I would have had all last week to pack, since I would've had so many days off of work anyway. Now, I go and sit at work, even though I have nothing to do and my stuff sits at home unpacked. Ah well, hindsight is 20/20 and my foresight is 20/20000000000.
Note: if I see that fucking "Can you hear me now?" commercial one more time, I'm going to go to Hollywood, hunt that actor down and kill him. And then I'm going to kill the stupid ad guy who wrote that commercial in the first place. (I'm just kidding, in case someone out there actually thinks I'm being serious and calls the cops on me or something)
Anyway, I get to go to Denver this Thursday. Normally, I'd be all excited, but since I'm supposed to be packing and getting ready to go to Biloxi for the next three months, I'm sort of annoyed that I'm going. Talk about bad timing...
June was a very regretful month for me. I keep thinking about all the things I would've done differently. Most of all, I wish I had gone home earlier - I would've been there for my grandparents' party, I wouldn't have wasted so much vacation time, and I would've been there for my cousin's wedding. Plus, then I would have had all last week to pack, since I would've had so many days off of work anyway. Now, I go and sit at work, even though I have nothing to do and my stuff sits at home unpacked. Ah well, hindsight is 20/20 and my foresight is 20/20000000000.
Note: if I see that fucking "Can you hear me now?" commercial one more time, I'm going to go to Hollywood, hunt that actor down and kill him. And then I'm going to kill the stupid ad guy who wrote that commercial in the first place. (I'm just kidding, in case someone out there actually thinks I'm being serious and calls the cops on me or something)