You know what?

They are playing Santana on the radio right now and even though I have NO idea what they are saying because my Spanish sucks as much as a flat tire & diarrhea on the way to a job interview I am enjoying the hell out of beating my desk as if I were drummer for Guns & Roses. I'm sure my "cubicle co-worker" who would probably rather listen to xhibit (I still love ya X baby) is giving me the evil eye through this tan & gray mesh & metal.

My bestest guy co-worker friend "hotass" just let me know that he finished his blog just now. I am going to go read it before I finish this. We talked today about how refreshing it is to write down your thoughts, even if it's cursing, and dirty, and ugly and no one gives a damn. It's like finding a $100 bill and a lamp (lamb) skin condom in your coat pocket after a long summer.

Thanks to my wonderful b/f and my good friend "shoegirl" for pointing out that I misspelled lamb. *giggle* If it wasn't for my man and my friends I'm afraid I'd be down a very bad path. I love you guys!