wylcome to fryday

it's fryday. sweet. werk finished at 3:30, and i made my way gayly ovyr to the bus... not so sweet. got on the metro, and went to the mall. i needed to do some banking, and maybe have an ice-cream. it's fryday for crying out loud, lemme have my damned ice-cream. was good too.

mmm.

bitches. in the middle of my frakkin' post i lost my lust for fry

day. wtf? note to self: don't blog and fb at the same time. people will ALWAYS write craptastic crap on your wall and face[book]punch you and kill your frydaylust.

grrr.

whatever. it's fryday and i wanna be happy. wanna be gay.

sweet.

so i'm applying to an award this month. i hopes to get it. i needed to ask a few colleagues give [good] references for me. my natural awesomeness wasn't enough, t'would seem.

no haters - i'm not actually this cocky. more than half the time i hate myself and think i'm skill-less and willn't make it triangling.

oh, so i got onto the twitter thing. tjaad was on it for his werk, and forced me to join. i'm not gonna post my twitter name or whatever here. nobody needs that much me at any given tyme. but, i'll say this (and then type it after saying aloud apparently) twitter is both a stupidfuckingwtf web 2.0 thing, and an amazing tool for social networking and mind-venting. i go between hating someone's tweet (tweet...funny) and loving the next persyn's. texts from last night! funny as hell.

otherwyse, that's my

vryday. lust is back!

i might see brüno. i might punch myself. i might rock. hard. rockhard!

hic extraneus sum