Today's non-stop musical number is one I have no idea what the words are, but that doesn't stop DJ Brainiac from playing it over and over. (I need a friggin radio at work).
It is Blitzkreig Bop by The Ramones.
Web site functional, if not a little basic. Wife is happy, so I get paid. (incidently my salary rhymes with paid).
I am growing my hair out for the 3rd time in my life and I always forget how many friggin awkward hair days you get while in this proccess. Lets just say I have wings yet I am no angel.
It is Blitzkreig Bop by The Ramones.
Web site functional, if not a little basic. Wife is happy, so I get paid. (incidently my salary rhymes with paid).
I am growing my hair out for the 3rd time in my life and I always forget how many friggin awkward hair days you get while in this proccess. Lets just say I have wings yet I am no angel.
I'm still a human mucus factory.
I should go to the doctor, I know, but I'm holding out hope that my body will rebel against the evil whatever the hell it is and destroy it.
Yeah, I'm a dumbass, I know.
And yep - you better hide your wife's slippers. I WILL try to steal them
We are still in the hotel - turns out we're going to be here all the way till Monday. Which works out really well, because our 2 year anniversary is Sunday, then Monday is Valentines day.
Growing your hair out is a BITCH, ain't it? It always seems to go through so many interesting looks.