6.23.2004
it's wednesday, but really, to me, it's more like thursday, cuz tomorrow's gonna be like friday, but then i'm sure saturday will feel like sunday and monday, and then sunday will feel like half of tuesday and...
sorry, i just love the jerk and got a little carried away with that...
yes, anyway. i got the princess spot this morning in the parking lot. this is usually a sign that my day will be crappy. so i'm just waiting for that. who knows, maybe it won't be.
i managed to get packed last night, so all i have to do tonight is make sure i didn't forget anything. tomorrow after the master blaster finishes his man-work, we'll head to la'ville for funtimes with jism (and maybe thara copthey), and then up at 5:30am on friday to head for el aeropuerto. black z's red-flagged with the authorities for having his blasting license, and he's convinced they'll be taking him into a dark room for secret airport security fisting and interrogation, so he wants to make plenty of time for that (i mean, who wouldn't!). and then at 4pm we'll be on a large boat-type thing, headed for fun and good stuff. i'm still having a hard time keeping my excitement in check. it's like i'm 10 and i just found out i'm going to boyz-2-men roller skate camp or something.
oh, other excitement--you should see the copious amounts of fireworks z came back with last night...4th of july in the country, everyone! be there or be lame.
my boss is at the doctor right now. i didn't ask what he was going for, but as he walked out the door, he felt the need to inform me. "he said something about a prostate exam, so if i'm walking funny when i get back, you know it's cuz i've had something stuck in my butt." very un-gerald-esque. funny. unsettling as hell, but funny nonetheless.
sorry, i just love the jerk and got a little carried away with that...
yes, anyway. i got the princess spot this morning in the parking lot. this is usually a sign that my day will be crappy. so i'm just waiting for that. who knows, maybe it won't be.
i managed to get packed last night, so all i have to do tonight is make sure i didn't forget anything. tomorrow after the master blaster finishes his man-work, we'll head to la'ville for funtimes with jism (and maybe thara copthey), and then up at 5:30am on friday to head for el aeropuerto. black z's red-flagged with the authorities for having his blasting license, and he's convinced they'll be taking him into a dark room for secret airport security fisting and interrogation, so he wants to make plenty of time for that (i mean, who wouldn't!). and then at 4pm we'll be on a large boat-type thing, headed for fun and good stuff. i'm still having a hard time keeping my excitement in check. it's like i'm 10 and i just found out i'm going to boyz-2-men roller skate camp or something.
oh, other excitement--you should see the copious amounts of fireworks z came back with last night...4th of july in the country, everyone! be there or be lame.
my boss is at the doctor right now. i didn't ask what he was going for, but as he walked out the door, he felt the need to inform me. "he said something about a prostate exam, so if i'm walking funny when i get back, you know it's cuz i've had something stuck in my butt." very un-gerald-esque. funny. unsettling as hell, but funny nonetheless.
# posted by Nancy Cunningham @ 10:03 AM 
