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Monday, April 14th, 2003
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3:39p - cheater, cheater, compulsive eater
i'm going to disneyland, disneyland, disneyland, i'm going to disneyland... i'd try to put into words the disneyland dance that i do when i sing the "i'm going to disneyland" song, but it really resists traditional description. the closest i can get would be to say that it's like the snoopy dance but with more hip movement, but that doesn't really do it justice, unfortunately. ask me to demonstrate in person and i will be more than happy to comply.
but like i said, i'm going to disneyland, i'm going to disneyland. this is going to be the BEST MONTH EVER. i've only had to work one weekend so far, i get this week thursday off AND, i'm going on vacation starting next week thursday. ooh, *and* when i get back, the girl that i hired to do the crap that i think i'm too good to do starts, which fucking rocks, for the following reasons: 1) i don't have to do as much useless, brainless bullshit, 2) she already knows how to do this useless, brainless bullshit, so i don't have to waste time teaching her how to do the useless, brainless bullshit, 3) since i don't have to do s much brainless, useless bullshit, i'll have more time during the day to do the less brainless, less useless bullshit and thus maybe not have to work weekends and work late anymore. oh, and 4) i'm way prettier, younger, cooler, smarter and better dressed than she is. which has nothing to do with work and isn't going to be particularly advantageous to me, i just thought i'd point it out.
oh: thanks to all of you who reponded with disneyland fun ideas...sadly, sleepings beauty's castle will be closed (closed!) while i'm there, so that makes me sad. but that whole putting one of my little brothers in a wheelchair so we can cut to the front of the line thing is pure gold, my friends. i'll let you all know how it turns out. in detail. and i'd be happy to bring back souvenirs for anyone in the seattle/tacoma area. i don't think dwarves will fit in my luggage, though. i can try, but i don't promise anything.
oh and as for birthday magic...i think some of you still owe me extravagant gifts...and david boreanaz has yet to show up at my door wearing boxer briefs. just a thought.
"joey's asking if you've just ruined the only book he's ever loved that didn't star jack nicholson"
current mood: amused
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