TGIFF.

["gooch?" yes, marisa miller... "does this dress make me look fat? I want to look good for you when you accept your lifetime achievement award at the big dick hall of fame tonight." well, you look a little pudgy, but I bet if you throw up a couple of times on the way there, you'll be just fine. "you always know the right things to say! i love you!"

I know.

Shalom.

I think acupuncture had done, if anything, given me stress coping mechanisms. I've been twice and I seem to be able to take crazed/panicked customers with a newfound sense of calm. All week has been early morning panic calls and late day followups. And those are simply sandwiching wall to wall batshit craziness in between. Yet my need to take xanax during/after the day has all but gone away. Sure, my neck (for which I originally went to acupuncture) still hurts a bit. But I'm super mellow now. And I didn't need booze.

Although it has helped.

Have to go to work. Again. I don't know how you fuckers do this every day.

goochout.

The Classics Never Die...

...Just like my incessant use of the ellipses. And my incessant use of Marisa Miller to make my site more interesting. To male readers. And my penis. Mostly my penis. Although, my penis is illiterate. And by illiterate, I mean it's completely retarded. I digress.

From Facebook today (based on a blog post buried within this site (which popped into my awakening brain this morning):

On this day in history (2007): The girl whose feet were amputated during a freak accident on the "Superman Tower of Power" ride at Six Flags was given a lifetime pass to the park. Disappointment ensued when it was determined she was no longer tall enough for any of the rides.

Teefuckinghee!

goochout.