Thanks for seein' about a girl, friend. here's where I'm writing my own history—for you, for me and anyone else who needs to laugh to keep from cryin' every once in awhile.

Effin' over this week already.

Y'all ...  ... you know it's bad and that you are quite possibly sick of your job when you hear Tina Turner singin' "Private Dancer" and the FIRST thought that comes into your head is, "This job blows. I too need a job where I can talk about 'deutchmarks and dollars, American Express will do nicely, thank you.'"

I need to get out of here and soon.

Tunage.

Rules that ought to be posted -- for the sake of others more so than for the sake of myself.