I don't read the newspapers cause they all have ugly print.

Remember how I said I wasn't manic before? The coffee apparently hadn't kicked in. Though I'm actually just more giddy right now.

I'm listening to my iPod. With my radio. My FM transmitter came in the mail. This piece of technology is so fcking cool I can't get over it. Basically, you tune a radio to a number on the dial around 88 FM, then I just plug this little gadget into the headphone plug of the iPod and stand near it. So I can listen to my iPod on ANY radio. I'm going to be messing with some people's heads, especially in stores. Plugging into baby monitors and announcement speakers and people's car radio and stuff. Watch out!!

I should hurry up and finish crunching these numbers before I'm so hyper I can't add. No lunch break for me since I'm leaving early to start on my errands.

Also, would a mechanic's shirt paired with work pants and boots and mechanic's jacket count as a "uniform" in a leather/fetish bar? A harness counts, but it that only on a naked chest or could I wear it over a t-shirt? These questions and more are what I ponder while filling out accounting forms and making user icons of my dog.

Also, how much do I want to fck Tricky?

Birthday type songs

[Poll #147835]

Also, my new favorite person is former intern who I will nickname Tight Pants, in honor of the postcard she sent me from Spain that I mentioned a few days ago. We're e-mailing about planning a lunch next week and I had mentioned I'm going camping this weekend, and she wrote:

"Good for you, getting out there and communing with nature. The one time I camped, my tent mates picked the perfect spot, this flat wide area in the middle of the woods, were oddly there was no vegitation. After about six hours of rain, the tent starts bobbing, we had planted ourselves in the middle of a flash flood creek bed. On top of all that I missed the broadcast of Fergie's wedding."

I can't believe she said Fergie's wedding. I'm dying here.

There are dragon clouds so high above, I have only known careless love, it always hit me from below.

If things truly happen in threes, then in the next few days, some exciting things could occur. I wanted to write about them here as a sort of record of prediction, but decided the possibilty of jinxing them wasn't worth the ability to say "see, I told you" because why would I lie to myself?

Though I will mention a small one -- song lyrics than contain a reference, literally or figuratively to the burning bush. It happened yesterday and today.

Today the sky is so blue it hurts my chest and where the air from above curves down to meet the blue of the lake, there's no actual line on the horizon, just two blues merging together as if they are one substance. And looking through the window of the tenth story, across the top of a parking lot, stretching my eyes to meet it, I swear I could taste the colors.