tiredThanks to my uber-typing-spawn, I typed too fast, and was flat-out booted in the middle of what *I* thought was a clever lil update. GREAAAAAAAAAAAAt.
She's having dinner with her stepmom tonight, which means no cookeeng for me! Yay. After today -- and the major project gliches herein -- I wasn't about to go gently into that great kitchen. More like kickin' and screaming, maybe. Anyway, I figured that she'd have fun eating out, even if I was cooking her favorite. It can wait until la manana. It's not like I've been really eating all week, unless the rip-off $.50 bag of Cheese Nips count. I'm not thinking so, since those freakin' bags have *maybe* three or four broken crusts of cheese nip corners in 'em. RIP OFFFFFFF. GAH. Today, I broke down and bought a $1.99 BOX OF 'EM. WEEEE! That lasted all of two hours, since my cow-orkers wanted "a handful each." Goody. Cheese Nips have been the meal du jour all week for me. I could never survive the Adkins Diet. I lurves some starches, no matter what form they take, even Cheese Nip crusts.
Rambing on as usual, so skip it...
I'm TOTALLY happy, as I've not had to deal with psycho for...gah, how long has it been? I think we all have
lefthand_path to thank for that. ;-) I think insane people recognize other insane people when they see 'em. Hahhahahaha. I'm kidding, John. ;-) Whatever the case, I feel like I can actually breathe easier, now that I'm not getting hit up with stupid e-mail, "freaky" addresses or having my computer hacked by that wombat. Actually, I wouldn't have even thought about him (or his weird disappearance) had it not been for the stupidity comparison I made with he and our IT guys at work (who're as clueless as the day is long). I could SO be in charge of that group. What a bunch of idiots. Er. I'm not gonna expound on work anymore than I already have, since I've thoroughly read our "procedural" rules/manual, which clearly states that revealing, well, anything about the company could be grounds for termination.OOPS!
Yeahhh buddy. And now, whomever is bored enough to read this far understands why I never ever never talk about work, and the UBER FUN I typically have. ;-) Or something.
Poor Yoda
I'd like to add, for the record, that the E-bay drawing that's being sold of Yoda is so horrible that it doesn't LOOK like Yoda. LOL. Er...and if that equipment is supposed to be...well, THERE, then it should be. It kinda resembles an old Greek statue. Hahahaha. Mkay...enough of all that. I'm just sayin'...*I* could do better with a crayon/chalk and sidewalk.
The rest of the weekend
Dunno that I'll get to update or be online the rest of this weekend, since Kelsey now has in her possession The Sims (which, incidentally I've never played); and I believe it's online-interactive, non? Not sure...but I KNOW she'll wanna bogart the phone line, no doubt, which'll leave me all sad and alone. LOL. I need to get my hair cut again, and she just got hers alllllllllllll cut off to my length. It looks awesome on her. :) Then again, everything looks awesome on her, so ja.
We HAVE to go shopping whether I like it or not. So I need to buck up and get prepared for all that. Gotta hit the grocery stoe, Bed, Bath & Beyond (weeee! lurve that place) and a couple of others. I HATE SHOPPING. And having said all that, and TOTALLY neglecting what I originally wanted to write about, I shall end this drivel here.
Oy tai?
