i went to work today and almost made a puddle of sick thinking about a certain item in the break room vending machine. i can't even say it without wanting to splat.

after work, i met my family at church. we stayed after for a yum-o spaghetti din-din, where kj dropped a plate full of meatballs on me.

ok. so it was an untainted noodle, but same difference.

now i am sitting here thinking about aloneness and valentines day, and how the two don't mix very well.

NOT.

my plans for the fourteenth: wake up whenever the heck i want to, take a nice, long shower (fully clothed, of course), and go to work. no obligations to anyone. life's peachy.

the van dyke light is working. go figure.

boohbah makes me feel like one craaaaaaaazy mofo - "mofo" meaning "crackhead."

meep! mop! ork! aa-aa! and that means i am out!