caveat lector: i may have relayed part of this blog content to you via instant messenger earlier today.

so i'm in the breakroom making hot tea.  as i'm walking out, this dude i work with is coming in and he goes "what's happenin', dude?"  i wanted to throw my hot water in his face and go "THAT'S what's happenin', BITCH!"

yesterday i saw a dude with a tshirt on that had the star and crescent on it, with a circle and line through it, and the shirt said "ERASE ISLAM".  wtf!?!  the dude was older, he LOOKED Turkish and had a huge pot belly that stretched the shirt out like Freddy Krueger was trying to bust free.  the funny thing was as i was sitting in the food court, this dude walked by in full Arab garb.  i wish i could be more specific about what he was wearing, but i plead ignorance.  i wanted to tell him about the other dude and find him.

note: i am currently xxxxx, so i don't want to necessarily xxxxxx about xxxxxxxxxxx.  (the x's don't match up to the words they are replacing, so don't hurt your brain figuring it out.)

i may have mentioned this 10 million times before, but i need 4 more hours put into my day.

i've spend all day today listening to the Cure albums that i have neglected.  The Top, Cure, you guys are allright by me.  :-)

there's this designer who used to work here at Premiere by the name of Matt Jones.  he got laid off last year.  we have started using his services again as a freelancer.  every time i see him, i go "Matt Jones, Matt Jones Matt Jones!!"

i don't think he gets it.