London. December 27th. I'm there. Until January 4th.

Whooooooaaaaa, Nelly. I can't believe it. But it's done.

Holy crap, Richard Marx rocks.

So does Pandora.com. I lub.

I'm a bitter fool ( Read more... )

Also, I activated my company credit card. Ethan Vodde, Ducks In A Row Productions.

It has a $25,000.00 line on it.

I'm thinking about having it framed. Put it on my wall with a small hammer hanging next to it and a sign that says, "Break Glass in Case of Emergency".

Yikes.

Y'all can holler at me on Myspace.

This time of the year is the same for me every year, I guess.

I greatly enjoy pickles.

I don't care how weird that sounds. Vlasic is good.

Went into work today, felt like ass AGAIN, so I just took off. New girl is being trained by Ann, which rocks, so I didn't feel so bad about leaving them all with dicks in hand. Which is a bad analogy, so pretend I didn't type it. Yay, thanks ( Read more... )

Wow. Just did a quick search on a keyword and it popped up with all sorts of folks. Yikes.

I'm thinking about running back through all my journal entries and seeing what I've written and, like, doing the whole edit dealie... but fuckit. In fact, fuckit lots. Woozers.

Well helllloooooo. La la la ( Read more... )

On another note, that is neither lighter, heavier, or in any way burdened by this thing some people call 'weight'... my job is getting ready to burn my penis with a rusty piece of metal that's been sitting in the oven ( Read more... )