'shit, you must be cold, child'

all things considered, rather insipid weekend. wednesday, jutted home to the motherland, as you know, thursday i drank myself into a family-induced stupor, friday, did same before heading on railroad back to the city. the rest of the weekend included mancat, sex and the city, a cooperative f train (imagine) and veggie lasagna, and here i am, humble readers, decompressing before tomorrow, the first day of the rest of my life.

what does that mean, oh me of proverbialness? well, v.p. auntie mame put me on the mandatory, and government sponsored fun, 'team builder' committee at work. wonderful... put the most burned out, bitter, a-corporate 'exec' on a committee to foster warmth and fuzz with a neo-conservative catholic (pursuing a certificate in theology) and an equally as kool-aid flared catholic, though not as blatant, with a loaded canon jewess (we loooooove her), and we get the chanukmas team builder day of them all. yes yes, the catholic girls managed to both drop 'queer' in referring to a lame idea at different times. fine. but the jewess sang a funny dreidel spoof song when she saw the menu of our team builder included rugelah.

i'll spare the gory details, but i will say i'll be damned if i get screwed out of a run tomorrow, so i must go to bed to ensure i get up super early so i can get to work super early to answer my brain-dead coworker's questions that filtered in throughout the world at our big brother international offices with enough time to hit the gym before said 'team builder.' just to make sure, i hit the gym tonight where i wore a shirt that, i have to say, rather stank (more on the oxyclean detergent balls another time.) so, i'm running, and stinking, and running, and stinking, and some thin turd upped the speed on his treadmill, so i nearly had a treadmill induced cardiac on mine. but i was the fastest, so HA, and then used my oh-so-convenient paypass to get soda and fritos at cvs after. only apropos. i walk in literally dripping from my shorts, in a champion hoodie, from circa 1989, when one of the cashiers, out for a smoke, looks at me and says, 'shit, you must be cold, child.'

got all giddy when i found this on youtube. i loooooove the state. (and kids in the hall, too.) enjoy.

i believe there will be a job offer and a shitty salary waiting for me tomorrow. let's take bets that it's something i want and that i will take. i'm about 50/50 at this point. stay tuned, both humble readers who hung on during my six month(ish) hiatus... i'm back, kids, i promise...