I Like to Sing-A...

I saw this three days ago. It made me laugh for 10 minutes. Then... I showed it to my main man, the Mack Daddy himself. Big Daddy M. Me brother. And for the last 72 hours, every time we look at each other, one of us will start singing "I like to sing-a, about the moon-a and ah June-a and the spring-a... I like to sing-a.." whilst doing a bizarre tap-dance-esque routine. I would like to state for the record that he does it far mo' bettah than me. Is true. So.... what's new... My job. She rules. Most people will mock me for what I am about to write, but it is only because they do not understand the purity of joy that can be obtained when one is faced with mountains of frustrating, redundant, bureaucratic red tape. It's freakin' awesome. It's like doing your taxes. Every day. WHOOT! And believe me, I know how sick this sounds, but I am really, really enjoying it. It's as though my psychological disorders and my formal education have meshed into a single, perfect job. "OCD, meet MBT. I'm sure you two will get along great. Oh look! There's Father Issues! I'm gonna go say hi." (I totally bet OCD and MBT are going to get it on. Hee.)

In other totally super awesome keen news, I will soon be seeing my bestest buddy in the whole world soon. In Sin City. (YAY! SINS!) Mr. Kovbasa, Big Mack Daddy M and myself will be meeting in Vegas in a couple of weeks, and I can hardly wait. I've planned our trip around two things. Cirque de Soleil, and the M and Ms store. And the wax museum. Okay, three things. Oh, and there's a car museum at the Imperial Palace.... And a roller coaster at New York New York.... Okay, more than three. Shut it. It's going to be super wicked awesome cool because I have been missing Mr. K something fierce. I'm cool, though. I haven't been letting on at all. Subtle. That is me..... "I LIKE TO SING-A!!! ABOUT THE MOON-A AND AH JUNE-A AND THE SPRING-A!!!!! WHOOOOOO!"