there's no time like the present--

uh...?
for...scratching your balls.
yeah, that's right--if you got 'em, scratch 'em.

i'm at work today, so this will have to be a quick one.
well, not necessarily, because the clock doesn't start ticking until i start working, so who really gives a shit??

i keep forgetting to ask for a different keyboard, though.
this one is annoying as hell--it's ergonomic, which is nice.
but the keys are lethargic.
oh wait...maybe that's just me.
(yes, i'm rolling my eyes at my own stupid joke).
i did stay up a bit too late last night, but that's really none of your business.
unless you were the one watching all the action from a pair of binoculars in your parked car across the street.
in which case--next time, just come say hi, okay?
jeeez.
put in a little effort--how much fun do you think it is to just be anonymously stalked??

so...
dare i mention?
the Lakers...
i'm actually kind of sad--but only because of karl malone.
even if he is an ass (or an 'arse' depending on which direction the atlantic is from you)
i love watching good basketball.
and baseball.
football pisses me off.
and i was never instructed in the ways of professional teams and worship thereof...
but i was a cheerleader (have i mentioned that enough times for you yet??)
so i have a firm grasp on team spirit...
that reminds me!!!
the other night.
oh, god this is so damn embarassing!!!
(yes, i'm posting it anyway)
i was nude.
and as a joke i suggested to my husband that i do a cheerleader jump...
so i did.
and he laughed so hard he almost cried.
i bristled a little, "so...that wasn't sexy?"
"....uh, no. maybe if you knew how to jump!"
so apparently i need to practice a little...
and you better fucking believe that i WILL.
(just not nude...)

on a morning commute (yes 10:30 counts as morning!) nothing quite beats good music.
of course, the best song always comes on right as i reach the g.d. office.
but whatever.
i don't have a deadline for being here, so i have the freedom to sit in my car and jam out until either, A. i feel stupid or B. i get bored with not driving or C. someone walks by and laughs, pointing....
(for the record: metallica's Anywhere i roam, and B.)

well.
i have now been here for almost an hour, so maybe it's time to get to work.
(i got called into my husband's office immediately upon my arrival, to help him make some internet purchase decisions. also none of your damned business.)
for those of you out there in chat land...
wish i was there, wish you were here
--hell, i'm just glad i don't have IM's installed here, or i'd be paying a babysitter for 6 hours of chat!!!
i'm an addict.
get me help....
...or just stop by and say hello.
(also, remind me to start working on some 'serious' writing at some ponit. cuz i've been readnig stephen king's book again and lord knows HE won't be calling to remind me. the fact that we grew up in the same area means nothing to him...despite all my letters and calls...)