Down time

Well shit.

It's been a long fucking day.

I must admit I hadn't checked my old email box in awhile (the one from the old sistersite). Something about checking 300 something emails isn't so appealing right now.

I hereby sacrifice thyself to the God of Chardonnay and the soothing music of Sublime to get me through the next few hours. Uhhh It's 8 now, so that would be 11 or so... (so in my best Bill Lundburgh voice) yeaaahh, riiigghht. If you could do that, that would be greeaaat.

On another note, here are some startling, yet titilating things that happened to me today:

• I caused a traffic accident... I will no longer eat my lunch while running errands for my boss.

• I found out that I like to turn guys on at gas stations and that my tits are small.

• I realized I had a deadline that was closer than I thought, and even closer than that.

• I had an extremely engaging email exchange with Angelo...

• Realized that using engaging in the last sentence implied cyber-sex was involved. Okay, no I am not interested in fucking via computer. I think that's partially sad, really... okay yes it's sad.

• Got a call from the redhead.

This afternoon, didn't know what to say. Felt akward (?)
Uhhh... lunch? Really? Didn't think you'd call... would love to meet. When?

And with that I must bid adieu. I have email to reply to now... (joy) The Chardonnay is working just kicking in...

And, shit. If I don't meet this deadline I will be shot dead where I sit, and considering I'm not wearing any underwear, my mom would be disappointed.