Jacked Up

I find the courtroom drawings of Michael Jackson hilarious. I'm sure, if you're a seasoned courtroom artist, it's quite a departure from your normal job to draw that face.

Renegade Poop

Do you guys remember last year when I made a post about someone leaving a turd on the bathroom floor in the ladies' restroom here at work? It was March 29, 2004. Well, today, someone dropped another one. There is another human turd lying on the cold bathroom floor of the ladies' room. WTF? What is going on? In my opinion, we just have to find the woman with the strongest legs and biggest hamstring muscles. Because she's clearly hovering and dropping without aim. Disgusting.

I'm so busy at work. It's a good thing. Days go by faster. But it also makes me terribly tired, just mentally exhausted by the end of the day.

Todd and I finished our therapist sessions, part of our pre-marital counseling. Interesting findings. Mostly, we're very compatible. The therapist couldn't really talk to us about anything, because there really was nothing to say. Our testing put us into all the right categories. This is good. Now let's get on with it.

Did I mention that just around the corner from my cube farm, there's a human turd on the floor with only a swinging door between it and me?

Michael Jackson..

is a freak.
I literally got nauseous this morning in the car, as they were discussing a little boy's testimony in the Jackson trial. The things the little boy said he witnessed or was subject to...makes me very, very sick, and very, very sad.