May 13th, 2004

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Thursday, May 13.? Thursday? why... that means tomorrow is friday... wohooo...



Ok... dig this...
I was in hard core backed up traffic from fucking kanata to vanier ...
which is about 75% of my drive to work...
because, as the radio reports... "There's a ho in the road".
And no... Bobby's hag wasn't walking around on the highway...
Nor were there any girls from UVA dancing around on the road...
No...
Some dick smack had let a back-hoe fall off a trailer in traffic...
wonderful! gah!
Huge long painful drive to work...

On a lighter note... IT'S ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS OUTSIDE.... you gotta know that Mother Nature was gett'en some last night... 'cause this is totally "afterglow". :D

wearing
~ black ftls
~ beige p-z jeans
~ dk blue button up shirt... letterman... the early days...
planning
~ pathetic, stupid, aggravating employee self appraisal forms...
~ web site stuff for the boss...
~ and watching Rupert get handed (Dr. Evil moment) one million dollars
wishing
~ to send some very heartfelt squeezes and quiet love to my friend dawna... I know this is a hard time sugar-d, and I hope you guys can hold on to good memories of your friend.
~ I could take my sugar-shack... the notorious nbbmom for a lunch date somewhere... just to hang and do a world of talk'en. :)
~ that sweet n' photogenic razzberee continues to feel better... get all the way better sugar...
~ that some sweet relief to life's challenge... ok... challenges... would hurry up and find my friend debby.
~ for some career goodness to sneak into the world of my Misha... (willedit) ...
~ to point out to lvglenn that we are all entitled to feel things... and engaging in debate is what learning is all about.

My face hurts still... it's a dull ache in the upper jaw and it's gotta be from the drilling out the old holes...
the sadistic lip stretching thing seems to have stopped hurting...
I swear... if you're gonna put in one of those cool moving, tilting chairs and stretch my mouth open for an hour...
and then charge me hundreds of dollars...
I would really rather have an orgasm, than a sore jaw.

Ok... I need to go be a worker bee... so much to do... and thanks to the Ho... so little time to do it... :D

question: one of my friends commented on something yesterday and it included the notion that this icon was george... everybody else in the universe knows this is me right? (and don't feel bad sugar... I'm just teasing ya).
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grrr...

ok... well that tears it...

and is that how you spell tear? like rip?

I'm booked BACK TO THE EVIL DENTIST DUDE tomorrow morning...
one of the fucking fillings is the absolute debil.

gah... bite down on anything... see corto scream.

not a happy thing.

however... besides the blinding sensation of A NAIL GUN SHOOTING THROUGH MY JAW...
I'm doing pretty good. :)
Tonight will be fun... dinner at my folks (it better be fucking soup)...
then tape some Survivor Last Gasp TV show action...
Reading more Azkaban with the boys and then it's all about watching Rupert take the prize...
Unless Rob C. has rigged some hard core voting programs out there...

okidoki...
::::::::::::::::[ end of day me ]:::::::::::::::
is all about growling with a sore tooth... sorry. :)
oops scratch that... I tried to grimmace but ended up smiling... :D