death to capital letters! bastards!

holy crap do i love fridays.

i love, love, love, love, love, love fridays.

possibly more than i love my frog.

next presidential election, you should write in a vote for friday, because a vote for friday is a vote for paychecks, weekends starting, and drinking. and that's good enough for me.

there was a group lunch today because lara's moving back to texass to get her mfa in painting. long lunches rock my world. (not in the dirty way, cuz that'd be kind of weird.) not like i was working anyways. the season's over and almost the entire art department's gone today. so i spent a million hours this morning doing the surfing of the webbish kind. found a couple of good sites with code on them to help me fix my dumbass website (which isn't really all that dumbass. i just like the word dumbass. you try saying it. dumbass.) and some freakin' hilarious comics at nerfect.com - go check it out or die trying!

it's quiet here at work.

yeah, too quiet.

and my partner in crime isn't back in her cubbyhole until next thursday. that's ploptacular.

i really just want to go home, because when i slack off there i can do it in my underwear if i want, with cheezy daytime court shows or even "the bold and the buttiful" playing in the background. i wonder if scary-looking ridge and his sister/not real sister will finally hook up? (of course they will, it's a soap.)

but no. the girl scouts won't let me leave. the damn cookies i ordered a million years ago get delivered today at 4:30. so no early day for me today. plop plop plop plop plop. but on the good side i get a box of samoas - which aren't called samoas anymore. what's up with that? maybe if you're good i'll share them at whatever bar we go to tonight. nothing goes with beer better than cookies.

back to slacking.

but before i go, one question: why is it today that everyone's interested in whether or not i'm ever moving back to california? when i get asked that at work i get a little nervous because maybe the wrong person'll hear how yes, i'm gonna be here for 3-4 years but my plan is to ultimately go back to where they have normal 70 degree winters where you can go hang out at the beach on christmas if you want. don't get me wrong, i'm not saying oshkosh sucks ass - wisconsin's really nice and i'm having fun and meeting some great people and i really appreciate the fact that i've gotten to start some kind of family-type-thing with my wi relatives.

but even though i dig living here, understand that california is my home and someday i will go back to it. that's just how it is. i get weirded out telling people that because even though i say i do like it here, and i love my job, and i'm not moving back until a few years from now maybe the i'm happy part didn't sink in and they think anyways that i'm not liking it here and i'm looking for a job elsewhere so i can get the fuck outta dodge.

i guess sometimes i worry too much about how other people will interpret what i say.

enough of this - i've written way too much already and the waves are calling me to grab my board and go surf the uberweb.

which reminds me, steph-with-the-two-eyes:
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so there! plop!