2005-01-05 - 9:41 p.m.
It's snowing in Iowa. And I can only imagine that it's not in other parts of the country. Mainly the warmer parts. Like in Florida. Or Jamaica. Or in my box. Ohmygod, stop! You saw that coming. You totally did.
Today I got chewed out by my boss, flipped through more recital costume catalogues than I want to admit exist in the world, and fractured a thumb while trying to make it do unrealistic things that might entertain me. Go wherever you want with that.
Hey, who wants to front the cash to, like, open some sort of bar (some totally skanked out place with water bra carpet and alligators housed in the walls) with me? I wanna do something for a living that doesn't make me ponder (intensely) the whathaveyou and wherewithall of one of my digits. My phone just rang. It's Mike and he's either going to address yesterday's fight and inform me that I'm crazy or he's going to ignore it and tell me that I'm crazy, but super hot.
