randomness.

i'm listening to Air Supply's Greatest Hits
OKAY I'LL ADMIT IT'S ONE OF MY ALL-TIME FAVORITE CDS
and sometimes, like a couple of minutes ago, I space out and then all of the sudden I wonder and worry that I was singing out loud at the top of my lungs. I do this at home and Eric says it scares the doggies. And i don't even know i'm singing at the top of my lungs.

i've been corresponding with my old old boss (from madison) today.
he started by sending an email begging me to move back and work for him and i replied back:
"You fucking fucktard, you heinous putrid lump of shit, you skanky-assed, piss-breath, cock-sucking bastard! Hell no!"
And he wrote back thanking me for making him laugh his ass off.
We had an awesome relationship.
He taught me how to truly swear creatively.

i didn't bring an umbrella today and it's fucking raining.
:(