Believe it or Not, aahhhm Walkin' on Air--I never thought I could feel so Free-hee-heee*

I just deleted a half-composed post from yesterday. I didn't really have much to say, and so I resigned myself to imparting a full list of all the songs I put on my iPod this weekend. Y'know -for lack of better yammering. But it was even more tedious to write than it woulda been for y'all to read, so I petered out around song #35 or #36 and saved it as a draft. But then when I logged in today , I was like..."Fuck it ,dude, nobody wants to read that. Let's start anew, eh?"

Yes, sometimes in my interior monologue, I call myself "dude". Not very polished, and pretty hoydenish of me, but I can't maintain my usual tremendous standard of demureness 24/7. OKAY??

I created another happy birthday MS Paint masterpiece today. For my boss. I KNOW!! Very uncharacteristically asskissish of me, right?? Well, we got free birthday pizza for lunch today and free pizza always gets me all out-of-sorts sentimental. Now today I had to go buy me a 20oz. Diet Coke from the vending machine, but in cases where I've had free pizza **avec GRATIS SODA** bestowed upon me,I am just off the fucking chain elated! I'm apt to start dry humping people in my glee.

Anyways, I wanted to say "Thanks for the pizza and oh yeah happy birthday bosslady". However , on some level, I still harbor this INTENSE aversion to "the man", and consequently an aversion to asskissery in all its guises, and so this task was a wee bit revolting to me. I was able to cope by choosing a hideously nasty mo-fo to be my birthday greeting ambassador. Remember the aye-aye anyone? I discovered this varmint back in January and was so struck with repulsed wonder that I immediately posted about him.

Well I had saved in my personal junk folders this pic--


Y'know for any occasions where I might need an image of some horrific freak-of-nature. Well it came in handy today, and I took our standard-issue aye aye (as you see above) and transformed him into---
RRrrrip didda dip dip dip dip Birfday Aye-Aaaaaye! 'Cept I omitted the "RRrrrip didda dip dip dip dip" part entirely 'cause Mags wouldn't get it.

Personally, I like the Birthday Narwhals much better.

This news item caught my eye. She'd given a ride to stoner hitchhikers?? Oh, three of them? Hmmm..how feeble is that story?? I mean, speaking of feeble, couldn't an old broad like this have tried playin' the glaucoma card?

Now what I'm addicted to these days is the new Chicken Florentine sub at Subway. Previously I had pledged allegiance to the Sweet Onion Chicken Teriyaki but I'm SO over that. Sweet Onion Teri--WHA?? The Chicken Florentine comes with ARTICHOKE SPREAD on it, fools! So order it the next time you hit S-way, 'kay? Otherwise, they'll pull it from the menu!! And I will be just...fuckin' inconsolable.

Ah, and to be *specific* in my recommendation, you ought to order it on Hearty Italian bread, lightly toasted, with the shreddy Monterey -cheddar on it, no condiments ('cept the standard artichoke spread) and lettuce, onions, and salt & pepper. Oh, and you should get the 12" with the intent of eating one 1/2 and saving the other for dinner or tomorrow's lunch but then you are so overwhelmed by the Florentinian yumminess that you eat the whole dang 12 footer in one sitting anyways. That's how I do thangs, anyhow.

I am also addicted to the Funny or Die website. Yep, after I send out my requisite 3 resumes and/or applications per diem (that's the minimum I set for myself. But I'm starting to feel the time constraints like they're a vice clamped on my stressed noggin...in other words I think I need to step it up a notch) I commence to streaming all the viral (non-porn) videos the 'net has to offer. Funny or Die has some quality shit on it. Today I was a bit obsessed with this video (which I really loved right up until the end where it descended into trite mastubatory humor...the slight smut factor is also why I am linking to & not embedding)

What I like the best (for some strange reason) is his observation re: socks. A very well written parody song, I thought. And the song kinda stuck in my head.


*FALSE. I am not, presently, walking on air. I am sitting on my arse. But I am sitting on my arse listening to my iPod which just began to play the theme song to Greatest American Hero. That tune is one of my new acquisitions from this weekend..was something Laura had on one of her CDs (so NO, I didn't *buy* it) I was kinda hoping that having that theme song would lead to me getting burnt out on it, and that would lead to my shaking this frightening compulsion to buy the 1st season DVD set of Greatest American Hero everytime I spy it in a store. That purchase--if ever I were to make it--might just break my record for silliest purchase ever. So I do know that's just LUDICROUS but still...I am so weak!!