The March Hare

The AC at work is busted.

The beach we ruthlessly defiled with horrific depictions of torpedo titties finally took it's revenge. My traveling group and I spent a good portion of the early morning trying to free our 12 passenger van from the sand.

The closets are organized by color and season/use. I can finally be happy.

The downside to not having an exact recipe for something: My two batches of bacon cheddar muffins taste NOTHING alike.

The only advantages to being a girl are boobies and multiple orgasms. >

The Russian Dance: Florentine iris, black tea, labdanum, patchouli, champaca flower, benzoin, and ambergris. - *weeps* PLEASE work with my skin chemistry, I'm BEGGING you!!

The smell of garlic throughout the house elevates all moods!

There has got to be a german baker somewhere here in Austin. This lebkuchen in a tin just ain't cuttin' it.

There. Now I feel properly in the holiday spirit.

These beans are taking forrrrrrrreveeerrrrrrrrrr.

These online assessments in Microsoft Office knowledge are ridiculous. I know what I'm doing works... why am I still getting counted off for it? I feel like I'm back in elementary school math class... there's only one way to show your work!

Thinkin' about having a few beers for Vincent Price's birthday! Or, you know, a few margs....

This fantasy is far from final, the worst is yet to come!

This is it! Today is my last day!

Time for Rockband and beer!!

Time to panic in 5... 4... 3... 2...

Time to see what this week will bring.

To Miguel: To pull a level 5 creeper move by sniffing hot ladies. Also "migueling".

Today is going to be insanely stupid busy.

Tomorrow's Crazy Hat Day at work! Good thing I bought my Poe hat from one of my favorite vendors!

Tomorrow's my last day at work. I'm prepared to be swamped for the next 33 hours.

Toughing out my dislike for whiskey, just so I can have a glass of Johnnie Walker in memory of the Hitch. It's a pretty sad day... made even worse by the hateful comments from people who claim to follow a loving god. Unlike people, cancer really doesn't give a fuck if you're Christian, Atheist, Scientologist, Buddhist OR Pastafarian.

Turned in my resignation today... One way or another, we'll be in Austin by March 1st...

Two more hours of work!

Ugh. About to fall asleep at my desk..