ye olde crapfest

now tell me whatcha gonna do...

okay, anyway, i'll begin today's exercise in narcissism with the results of one of them there internet quiz things, via le lion, which describes me to a tee, if you don't factor in the super oldness and wrinkly skin. i'm just semi-old and my skin is just fine, thank you...


Which Golden Girl Are You?

so i'm sassy. what's it to ya?

in other news, work is going pretty well with the new grrrl, she's pretty cool and likes to laugh at all the same things as me and today we had that (always harrowing for a second) talk where she and i both sorta waited for the other to answer the question "it's 4:20, you know what that means?" so now that's outta the way. she does know, by the way. that's handy.

anywho, i've been actually busy with on-hold related action, and i know that's really exciting to all of my readers. we're getting a lot more clients, and my bosses are getting the urge to be more "professional," so things be changing. meh. i like wearing flip flops just fine, i'd rather we didn't have to go gettin' all businessy, but i guess it was bound to happen sometime.

well, i'm just about typed out. i gotta go load a bunch of yard-trash onto the trailer to haul it out to the boonies for disposal. afterwards, i think we're gonna stop at CVS to see if they've got any leftover easter candy at bargain basement prices. i lead such an exciting life, don't i?

oh, also, i spilled a whole vanilla frap (that's what i'm calling them now, to save breath) on my desk this morning and was too unmotivated to run to retrieve "wet" for the "sticky," so i kinda just watched it slowly seep onto things. important things like papers, my mouse and the mess o' phone cords jammed under the desk. i eventually cleaned it up but it was sort of fun, watching the poopy brown river of deliciousness spread to the dangerzones.

i cautiously reiterate that whole "exciting life" thing mentioned above.