ye olde crapfest

i do love the puppy. taylor gets it. but enough about that.

skipped out on work a little early today, got to meet george, he totally kicks ass...then went and sat in the waiting room in a doctors office for an hour and read two issues of entertainment weekly. being at the doctor is totally different when you're not the one with the appointment--i enjoyed the opportunity to relax and catch up on all of the latest hot movies and celebrity happenings. there was horrible country christmas music--like, patriotic country christmas music--playing the whole time and part of me really enjoyed it. anyway, then we made the long haul back to ye olde office to retrieve some essentials, then to the lynaghs for some grub and bourbon, and now i'm here, ready to watch the oc, but alas! it's the billboard music awards tonight, then, and i'm (bourbon) not very happy about that at all.

fme is playing here again on saturday. i'm getting excited. no tim daisy this time, unfortunately. and to think i might've made my move. yeah right.

damn it's still early. good thing there's a liquor pot-luck in the works.

goodnight, randall the puppy, wherever you are. i totally love you!