Dirty Little Secrets.

What a day. Absolutely nothing happened, but what a day. I think being bored as totally exhausted me. Oh what am I kidding, I'm just lazy. I felt like lazing around in bed this afternoon, and was pissed when I realized that I had selfishly wasted away such a pretty day. The sun was out, and well I was waiting for the Care Bears to come busting down my door to wake my ass up. Oh well what a missed opportunity.

I think the most disgusting thing, well besides "our" dear sweet president's kind words last night, was hearing the rats claw above me on the ceiling tonight at work. Talk about being just a bit freaked out, and then hearing one of them fall into the gameroom just about did it for me. I was hauling ass trying to get out of there. I can guarantee we aren't dealing with the likes of Mr. Jingles. This thing's name has got to be something like "Flabbergastin Huge Ass Mother Fucking Rat" or maybe it's got a wimpy name like "Milo". This thing sure had me looking around corners. I bet it was really my boss crawling through the ceiling in hopes of finding that whopper he thinks he smells.

Speaking of work. I worked with this new chick tonight, that I've never worked with. And I must say, I like her. She's into my Days of Our Lives thing, and well she hates Kate, what could be any better about this chick? Okay I'm kidding. But she is pretty cool, and that's coming from me. Anyway, we get to talking and she's like I hear you're like obsessed with llamas. What? What else does she know about me? She's like I've heard a few stories about you. So I'm like all famous now? Now I'm curious. I so hope there's a rumor going around that when I really went to LA, I was off banging some soap star. And I'm like pregnant with his llama.

Oh well. A girl could dream can't she?

(disclaimer all this shit actually happened on wednesday. And I so blame the Llama rumor on Lyle.)