so, no, i'm not dead. i just feel like it.

what's new?
1. i went to a coworker's wedding, which was surprisingly less awkward than just being around people i work with, due to the availability of whisky sours by the pitcher.
2. i am going to new york for a blessed vacation, which i have needed so desperately.
3. my boss hates my guts and regrets ever hiring me. i work super fucking hard but i am incapable of meeting his standards, the girl i job share with took this week and part of next week off and is giving me shit about wanting off for one day to go to new york for my birthday. gah!!!
i'm going to take my next paycheck and use every dime to play the lottery. i suggest you do the same.

i am so stressed out. i hate this feeling, because there's no relief, no way of saying, "well, at least tomorrow's saturday", because my silly, bitchy little issues will still be waiting for me when i get to saturday, i'll just get to sleep in a little.

david byrne's new album "look into the eyeball" is fucking good.

ten days and i still have nothing of value to offer you.

complain, console, contribute

i went to dave and dons party this weekend, and true to form, i had to babysit puking drunks and shush annoying latecomers, people got it on in cars.
adam and amy were there, so that was cool.

my heart hurts. i feel totally disconnected from the rest of the universe.

speaking of magic, i have a new favorite show.jonathan creek. its the kind of show you watch when you spend too much time with yourself.

if this isn't a commercial for sprite, then its just a picture if some naked guys kickin it.

its pretty hot, but you can't beat off to it.

well, you can't.

i think it's sad that God's actually a perverted 50 year old man, and not a 14 year old girl that likes Eeyore, like his bio says.
and that his screen name is "ikilledkenny51".
it's not sad, really, just disappointing.

i'm sick and my purse got stolen. we had to move our entire fucking office today and of course fucking architects have to keep working up to the last minute, so they come up to me with stuff to mail out when all of the mailing shit and the postage machine have been PACKED. plus, i occasionally menstruate.

a drooling maniac can also be a cordial mingnon. or mac gain rod loin, which sounds deliciously filthy.

i stress out and i get a little crazy.

ok, so since i don't have the time or the energy to recount the events of this weekend, i will just give you this moment from this evening at my "married friends" apartment.
we're outside either smoking or not smoking when two guys make a remark about a "kitana" sword.
i say, "jessica, i have a friend whose name is 'kitana'. it means 'devotional song to God'." (i act like i'm all cool.) jessica immediately says, "you know what i want to name my daughter? ananda. i think it means 'perfect joy'."

i proceeed to freak out.

are you trying to contact me spiritually?