Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Okay, so do you remember a long time ago how there was this weird freelancer guy at my office who drove me ABSOLUTELY INSANE? No, not Roger Moore, the other one. The old guy who thought he was soooper kewl and would tell me "You rock!" every time I did anything. Seriously, if I turned in a file three days before deadline or if I found a pencil on the floor, I'd get a "You rock!" in response. And he had these horrible kids who walked all over him, and he thought they hung the moon, and he sold his house to move to a tiny condo so that his teen daughter could be closer to concert venues and wouldn't continue to break curfew on school nights. And he had a Jade Dragon Tattoo mug, which just took my brain to all sorts of horrible places. Anyway, he's coming back. He'll be here tomorrow. UGH!!! This just ruins my whole day now, knowing I'll have to put up with him tomorrow and play nice while he tries to chat me up about everything and anything, and I DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND, GO AWAY.

In happier news, a very huge HAPPY BIRTHDAY to spicedrum! Rummy, I hope you have a wonderful birthday today, and I hope this next year brings happiness, better luck, and lots of rum-soaked piratey goodness!

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Guess who I got tickets to see in concert?

That's right.

The Spice Girls.

Me, deeablo, and the Spice Girls.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!