congratulations...

...i'm sorry

FU to janitor evil.  when i say, "weeeee have nooooo trash." that means we have no trash.  don't you be looking around for something to pick up.  get out my face.  and don't you dare, you miserable bastard, ask us how we're doing on paper towels.  you know you never bring 'em. the next time you do, i'm at your throat.

welcome back to chris.  and thanks for yet another email that made me smile/blush.  you're too much.

speaking of email.  i'm not saying i did or did not, but a certain blogger may or may not have received a drunken email from me professing my love for his blog.  thank god he took it as the innocent and drunken gesture that it was and decided to hold off on the restraining order.  for now. 

and a big thank you to chii for her kind words.  as i told you sweetie, that email made my day. 

and jen, no worries, your "secret" is safe with me.  i'm glad you knew that this twelve-year-old little girl could relate.

ran. thank you for the email. and the link. it's nice to hear that someone thinks your blog isn't so bad when most days you feel like it's crap. so thanks.

and to you.  you know what? i'm glad we rarely talk any more.  i'm happy that we're moving on.  growing apart.  whatever.  what makes me even happier is knowing that i still have your favorite sweatshirt, that movie you loved, and all your matthew sweet cds.  suck. on. that.

and kiki, i'm really glad you no longer want to kick my ass.  the main reason that i was worried was because i so know that you could. 

and to YOU.  last but so not least.  i heart you.  you know this.  as i'm sure hundreds of others do.  please buck up little camper. i'm thinking of you.

and what the hell??? gas was $1.99 last night. on the drive in this morning at 7:30 it had "dropped" to $1.95 (wow, very generous guys, thanks). and eight hours later it's up to $2.05! i am SO glad i held out for it to drop now that i will be spending $30.00 to fill my tank. cocks.

and with that, i'm on my way out. in my flip-flops. i'm gonna go rawk me a market fresh sandwhich and see where the night takes me. peace out, yo.