torihoney

so the comic con is in san diego, and i wasn't very proactive about getting certain days off, so suffice to say- i'm not going this year. which really sucks, because i had a good time last year. well, up to the point where my car got killed on the freeway driving back. (may she rest in peace...) so i'm home alone, with too much to do and zero drive to get it done. work is stretching me to my limit, and i feel like i have to give somewhere...so i don't vacuum for a day or two.. who really cares?


one of my employees and someone i would consider a friend is moving away very soon. it's a shame because i feel like i finally got to know him in a non superficial way, and then he up and moves to portland. sheesh! hopefully we'll keep in touch somehow, his girlfriend is friends with me, so i can probably get the scoop through her.


i hate finding stuff out that's shady about people you really like... it makes all the rest of your dealings seem somewhat tarnished, like they aren't quite as cool as you made them out to be. i guess that happens everytime someone falls off the pedastal you put them on.


it's insanely hot here. i just about wore my arm to a nub blending drinks for the perrisites today (spelling intended). Why is it the more hillbilly blood you have coursing through your veins, the more you seem to gravitate to me? and when i seem mezmerized by your missing teeth, why are you surprised? and would it be too much to ask that you drop your nickel's worth of change in the tip jar? or are you saving it to bet on the cockfight in nuevo tonight? (end rant)


so yeah... what's new pussycats??