My 1970's throwback of a boss declared (prior to his Vacation) that Valentine's day should be referred to as "The Other Thanksgiving". His rationale behind this was: "all you're doing when you give presents is saying ' thanks for giving it up'. So they need to just call it what it is, Thanksgiving." My boss and his infinite wisdom. He needs to come back to work. I'm too bored when he's not here. So in honor of my enlightened boss, I'm gonna tell people "Happy Other Thanksgiving". Well actually thats not gonna work, because I'm not getting any. Well Bah humbug then. Oh hell. Thats Christmas. Oh well To hell with it all, LOL.
Yeeeaaahhh...I did it!
I made it! The first official Cuss-Free Drive! All the way to work, I didnt cuss at one person! And they were driving hella stupid today too... man. I need a prize or something. Some more money would be good. I should get money every time I drive and dont cuss...
I'm feeling okay today...
Today is Friday, and I couldn't be happier about it. This week has seemed long as hell. Probably because Monday is a holiday and I'm anticipating my transition to a tacky, cinnamon toast crunch eating, pyjama wearing bum. I cant wait for the sloth-iness to begin. I plan to get up at 9, shower, put on some new pyjamas, grab my cereal box, and plop down in front of the TV and watch talk shows until my eyes and ears bleed. Oh yes... glory is mine people.
But right now I'm stuck here at work. Boss-less again, and bored to death. I thought yesterday would never end... but now there is today. Which I'm sure wont end because I've got another date with disaster, BKA the Salon. I'm gonna be too hungry and sleepy to live but yet I'll be withering under the dryer for almost an hour. The mess I do to look good...
What the hell??
Someone needs to tell me what was going on with Lauryn Hill. I didnt buy her MTV unplugged CD, and now I'm glad. The all enlightened folks at Radio @ AOL have decided to flood the internet airwaves with her song "Just Like Water" I might like it, if it didnt sound so repetative. Or if it was just the guitar without her wailing. I miss the old Lauryn Hill that used to sing "Ex Factor" I dont know what this ol' negro spiritual mess is she's singing now. That almost put me to sleep on a permanent note.
And who the hell is Groove Stu? I dont get them at all. Another Radio @ AOL catastrophe. Their music would be cool, if I didnt have to hear it 30 times in a set. I need to nominate myself to be program manager at Radio @ AOL. My station would be better, and I'd play different stuff. I'd at least space everything out. Man. I need to fix my CD player. This sucks hella bad.
Well, time for work. Overall, I'm feeling pretty good. Lets see how long that will last.