Thursday, May 24, 2007
If you have no idea why I put this up, Google about Rosie and Elizabeth on the View and catch up.
I, also, have moments where I cannot pull away from the drama buglight. They are normally brief, but this looks like one of those times.
The Gin Blossoms are playing at a housing development.
So, I know that's worse than the fair, but here's the question.
Is it worse than playing a prom?
No I'm not referring to our politicians.
Here ya go--a little morning nonsense.
They tell us it's to help the internal clock adjust to travelling east. I think it's actually a few high-profile hamsters with too much job stress who've developed an inability to "swing it like real hamster-men", as it were. It's a little known problem--there should probably be some sort of charity event to raise awareness for this...."Get it up for Hamsters" or something. Attack people who don't seem to care with questions like "how would you like it if you couldn't bone anything? Hamsters have needs too, you cold-hearted bastards!"
Christ. I need to stay offline until I've been awake for at least an hour.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Tidbit on the newest aspiring overlord.
Only three more hours of listening to instructor droning, then I can look forward to an infuriating 45 min. drive home due to the class location.
Just another 14 hour workday--Thank the maker for Xanadus.
Note to self: Trim nails before trying to blog in a serious training class--entirely too much keyboard noise. The looks I'm getting, you'd think I was trying to put on a puppet show starring my schlong.
Stupid creepy nerds. It's just typing.
UPDATE: My ass hurts. Who made these chairs? For that matter, who is the dumb fuck that actually thought buying them was a good idea?