ye olde crapfest

so z, who is a mite younger than me and my cronies and has little to no knowledge of awesome mid-80s trends and hot mid-80s music, apparently always thought that bon jovi's "livin' on a prayer" was actually "livin' on bread."

i love it.

other things going on as we speak:

• i've had either hives or a hideously itchy rash for almost two months now. nothing helps. at night while i'm trying to fall asleep it's the pits. someone help me.
• i do not need to have my lymph node excised after all. at least, that's what the doctor currently thinks. we'll see how that goes.
• the people i work with are still the biggest idiots ever to grace the planet with their presence.
• i have become way too cool for blogging.
• we now have not one but TWO new and totally useless towel racks in our tiny little bathroom, no thanks to the female overlord who insisted that they be installed, even though both of us came up with nine thousand reasons for why it was a suck-tastic idea. i take that back, they're not totally useless--they are really good for bruising the living shit out of my shoulder every time i walk into the bathroom. awesome.
• i am currently on a twice-a-day (sometimes more) crying schedule for all of the animals down in n'awlins. the people, too, of course, but the animals... it just crushes me. i wish i could adopt a hundred of them.
• the o.c. is back and i couldn't be happier about that. make fun all you want.

and that's all i got for now... just wanted to say "HeRrr0!"

get it? like as if i were chinese or something?

alright, i am out. i leave you with the immortal words of rear admiral scooter taylor...

"if you fart at any time during the bukkake, then you have to start all over."

thank you.