Well, It's Friday
I am suffering a tad bit from the consumption of Jamison's last night.
I give mad props to the Lawyer-Ladies for treating us to a ridiculous amount of booze.
We appreciate it ;)
Work is D.E.A.D.
So dead that I am moved to write a poem.
Allowed to go home?
Yes, so I am wasting my time now.
Wondering if the boss is coming in today.
Perhaps she'll be botox-fresh.
That was scary.
Very very swipplery.
Looking forward to, again some r and r this weekend.
It's our old housemates Bday tomorrow night.
Thinkin' about getting her a tuxedo cat calendar or something.
Imagine- A fresh new tuxedo cat for every month.
January '08 should look like this:
Whadda start to the New year that would be.