Dude... Just... just... dude. What a freakin' pointless day at work. Oh, it's not that I didn't get stuff accomplished, because I did. 'Cause I rock. But, man, you know it's bad when you just get in, and you're already looking longingly at the door. Anyway, so work = bad. Soon work = better, if I get my way. 'Cause I will have new work. Therefore, if a = Me gettin' me way and b = awesome karma job gods lining up to do me favours, than a+b=work=better. Or something like that. I sucked at whatever kind of math this was. Or logic. Whatever. You know, I'm probably still jacked on the uber-disgusting sauerkraut they had at the cafeteria today. It tasted like what I imagine cat butt would taste like. It smelled worse. I could only finish half. And I'm a woman who doesn't believe in wasting food. And the...um... vapours? Can I use that term on the interweb? Duuuuude... All I can say is that I'm glad no one was home. 'Cause I was like, MAN STINKY. That's right, I went there. I wonder what's wrong with me that I can't tell my father how I feel about our inability to communicate, but I can tell people about the gas-inducing lunch I had. I blame television. Yup...
Okay, in other news, I got me some new eyeglasses. Supah-fly, hottie nerd glasses. I am sexy, yo! I think their official product description is "hot librarian". Oh, plus, they're the right prescription, so I don't get the blinding headaches anymore. YAY! So yes. Let that distract you from the bawdy humour previously mentioned in this entry. Ahem. So polite. Unfailingly so. I'm going to go eat Twizzlers now.