Okay I leave Tuesday night for conference. I’ll be back Sunday. I was stressed out and worried, but for some reason I’ve realized that I have everything under control and hopefully, excluding any minor glitches, everything will go smoothly. Did I mention I HATE drama?
grumble grumble
so sick of it
ugh it just sucks
pffft
bah
whatever
I’m so glad it’s the end of the week and things are looking up as of right now. I’m going to play all I can and have fun with everyone this weekend on DAoC, see a movie or two and go to an art show and then I’ll focuses on conference for the next two weeks. Less than two weeks away and I’m hella busy.
I’ll be even happier June 8th.
When I got out of the shower this morning and looked in the mirror the first thing I noticed were dark circles under my eyes. I haven’t looked this bad after a weekend in a long time.
And I did nothing this weekend but relax and work around the house.
Obviously I need to stop sleeping so much and take up crack.
It’s almost over. This will be my third conference. But this time I can’t wait for it to be oooovah! June 4-8 will be just a wee bit tough since Christina up and got herself laid off due to office politics. “Hi Chris – you’re employee of the month!” the next week, “Hi Chris – we have to let you go!” what a load of shit.
Today I’m going to design the collateral we need for the registration folders – I’ll probably do 5-7 of them, then just run them off on the color laser printer. Hmm, think I’d better tell IS that I’m about to blow up the printer? MWAHAHAHAHAHA
Sat down to watch a little TV and saw that Casablanca was on.
Turned it on right as they were pulling Peter Lorrie from Rick’s and he’s screaming, “Reeck, REEECK!! You’ve got to save me!! REEEEEECCKK!”
God I love that part.
I hate accidently poking myself too hard with a Q-tip when I clean my ears. Ugh. Gives me the willies.
I have a little black cat. His name is Ace.
Ace likes to be spanked. No. He REALLY likes to be spanked. He likes it hard. He likes to be teased. He even has a favorite position that he will assume, given the chance.
We’ve made jokes about how much he likes his spankings and how cute it is when he runs over to the arm of the sofa and looks over his kitty shoulder at you expectantly. Awwww. How cute. Sometimes he likes to drape across your lap to be spanked, so he can grip and massage your thigh with the pads on his kitty paws. Although sometimes he gets a little carried away and starts to bite and pull at whatever fabric he can. Shameless pillow-biter.
But then as you spank him he starts to move. He squirms around to get better leverage and a better angle and starts purring. Purring LOUDLY. Like you can hear it in Istanbul. Then after you’ve worked one side of his kitty tush and start on the other, he starts to drool a bit and his eyes glaze over just a tad.
We’ve even invented other ways to spank him. He loves to get on the top of the computer chair while I spin it and spank him everytime he goes by. Kind of like a perverted carousel. He hunkers down on the top of the chair and grips it with his little paws and sticks his booty in the air. As he goes by, I like to pretend he’s about to get spanked, then just barely touch him. His ears flatten and he get’s this evil little glint in his eyes like a challenge, like he’s daring me to spank him.
“Go on. Do it. You know you want to. C’mon baby. Spank ME!!”
I kid you not.
I’m headed down to San Diego for the weekend. I need to decompress and relax a bit. Work and school (99%work) are driving me crazy and I need to get away… somewhere computers aren’t hooked to the internet, somewhere cell phones get shitty coverage, somewhere quiet…. 
I’m off.
My friend Christina singing along with Emenim while we’re driving to work.
Christina is a little Korean chick. Gotta love it.