ye olde crapfest

you'd think that having the office to myself for three glorious days would be a good thing. not so, my friends, not so. in fact, the phones didn't stop ringing yesterday, eight things got all fugged up and i alone can't fix them, and to top it all off, one of the bosses cussed out the president of a company we work very closely with on friday afternoon, ensuring that i had a Big Huge Gigantic Mess to deal with on monday morning. i did, however, manage to get my ass over to the AsianLadyNailShop across the way, where i received my first ever manicure (the french kind, even!). i am one step closer to p0rn st@r.

anyways, it's real early in the morning and i'm drawing many blanks. all i can think to tell you is that i beat zuma, i'm anxiously awaiting a bathing suit delivery sometime today or hopefully tomorrow at the latest (pleeeease fit), and in exactly two weeks, i will turn 25 (and most likely die of complications from old age). the day before my bday, i'll be getting my three remaining wisdom teeth out. i'm pretty sure that's where i get my smarts from, so as soon as they're gone i'm gonna get a job at subway. squirtin' copious amounts of mustard all over everything and jugglin' meatballs and shit.

alright, shower time. have a lovely tuesday everyone. i'll hopefully get some downtime today... maybe i should just unplug the phones and tell the bosses we had some sort of meltdown or something. and then i'll leave and spend the day at big lots.