Never thought I'd say this, but I miss my boat. No, not Missed The Boat, although that could be the case, considering the state of my being, but my boat is in drydock this summer and I have spent every weekend up here in suburbia instead of at the shore ( Read more... )

She sits near me. She is an insipid idiot. Nice enough, but insipid and goofy and talks too much too loud. Make her shut up, someone, please ( Read more... )

Ah yes, 92.00 dollars to see the former Material Girl, (she performed that particular song while strumming on her guitar-one of her reinventions I'm guessing, but when it came time for the wicked guitar riff, well, let's just say she hasn't reinvented herself to the point of producing a wicked guitar riff, a real guitarist took over for that while ( Read more... )

Because I am supposed to be working but I don't feel like it and this is more fun and my boss just walked by...did the old quick-switch applications thing. And now she's back in her office and I can go back to goofing off ( Read more... )

So, here I am. Live. At the Journal. Me, mine, self-absorbtion city. (Cait got me on the self-absorbed thing, hers being the first journal entry I read..personally I think I'm way too self-absorbed, just sayin', and Hi Cait if you see this ( Read more... )