whirlygig
- damnitnicole is in town this week. I'm out this weekend to nab her away to a hotel room with warm showers and the like. If you wonder why I'm in an incessantly good mood that borders on annoying-as-a-bathroom-stall-full-of-horny-fire-ants, she'd be why.
-I lost a button to one of my boots. This greatly saddens me. I'll be able to replace it this weekend, but still. I'd like to know how I lost it, though. It came off while I was walking. Dammit all and confound the white man.
-GWAR plays Irving tonight. I'll be covered in blood, piss, and cum a'fore too long. I'd make more of a deal over that last bit, except it'd have to differ from how my weekends normally play out for me to get that bent out of shape. The only difference is the music'll be louder; my stereo doesn't go to 11.
-I have new sci-fi to read and got to take a skimpy dress off with my teeth. Life, you're good to me.
-The big mamba jamba proposal is due today by 4 pm. Why 4 pm? It's Yom Kippur! Apparently at 4, an Israeli klaxon goes off and it's all-Jews-outta-the-building time. Since everyone who needs to read this thing is Jewish, that means it needs to be done by then! So yay for hard deadlines that my bosses might actually adhere to as they'd also be pissing on G-d, not just me, if they fucked off. However, boo to me being stuck in the office tomorrow as the token Christian (well, that they know) in Development. Bawlz.
-Good fucking gods I need coffee. And a teleporter. All you brainy types get on the latter; all you Columbian types get on the former. If you're brainy and Columbian, I'll probably bear your children.