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So much random shit going through my head…
First: For some unexplained reason I’ve had the Can-Can running through my head today. ‘cept, thanks to Strassenfest this weekend, I have a bunch of blonds in lederhosen dancing to it. It’s worth noting, however, that the Can-Can is excellent music to lift weights to. Just lift on the downbeat.
Second: B* from Seattle just re-surfaced. Yay!
Third: I so hate my job.
Fourth: Isn’t it great that the impermanence of existence applies to crappy stuff too?
Fifth: We finished renovating the datacenter and moved all the crap back in. It’s niiiiiiiiice now, with everything clean and shiny and COLD, just as a data center should be.
Sixth: Please tell me I’m not the only one who thinks Garrett Stephenson is a whiny punk.
Seventh: Where are those fucking WMDs?
Eighth: I’m in a rambly mood tonight. Bear with me, please.
Ninth: Butter – it’s the only way to cook.
Tenth: Listening to a lot of bhangra lately… the dhol is addictive, I swear.
Eleventh: Recently switched from leg presses to full-fledged squats, and boy, am I feeling it. Both my quads and my glutes were sore this morning, and are still a bit stiff when I try to use them (walk, use stairs, stand up, etc.). I’m currently accepting applications for a cute boy to massage my thighs and ass. (haha.)
Twelfth: Why does everything on broadcast television suck?
Thirteenth: There is no thirteenth item.
Fourteenth: I need to find another job, one in which I’m better-insulated from lusers. Any suggestions? I prefer to stick to St. Louis, but am not above moving.
Fifteenth: OK, so *broadcast* TV fellates caprines, but Family Guy ROCKS!
*whew!* Glad I got all that off my skinny little chest. More to follow.
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