i'm a philanthropist.

i'm trying to make my good friends dreams come true. please help by sending donations. i bet he'd even let you play with it.

its. only. wednesday.

one of the requirements of my job is to set “goals” for myself. are. you. serious? goals? these goals are to be measured throughout the year and my completion of said goals will determine my review, which determines my raise, which then in-turn determines my happiness and overall well being.

i’m having a hard time concentrating right now because bomis is going to town on some baked barbecue lays and it’s literally making me want to vomit. bomis, for all of you avid readers who don’t have the pleasure of sitting in my cubical, is this weird little man who sits directly on the other side of my wall. he’s the sprite like creature who runs our station’s pbs kids van, and like most inappropriately creepy people he’s always wearing a vest and frequently brings me gummy bears. to say he’s a pedophile would be an understatement.

if you dabble in goal setting let me know, in the mean time i’m going to sit back and reminisce about last night. highlights include:
free popcorn (it was a tuesday so this is obviously a given)
nathan, the man that ruined my first ever public karaoke rendition of “papa don’t preach,” who interprets push-ups as a dance move and sports this season’s hottest new fashion trend- back sweat.
a rent sing-a-long
a cab driver who laughed at my jokes

countdown for the weekend has begun.

in my double wide...

i’m starting to become so mischievous i can’t even take it. the scary part is i haven’t been this happy at work in a long, long time. i can’t tell if it’s because i’m not doing anything or if i’m numb to the fact that i spend all my time finding new and innovative ways to entertain myself.

the fact that i don’t have internet at my house probably plays a big role in this equation. the time i used to spend milling around mindless websites when i should have been sleeping has now turned into a work exercise. thank you perez hilton for posting a soundstage clip. now looking at your website is 100% acceptable, i think it’s safe to say it’s encouraged.

the past month of my life has consisted primarily of the following things:

i strategically spread papers out on my desk and scribble away non-sense.
i make lists of important tasks and once in a while i “crunch numbers.”
i only eat lunch at my desk.
i’ve cut off 90% of all communication i ever had with people in the building.
i show up at 10:00am sharp.
i leave at 5:00pm. sharp.
i stopped answering my phone unless its chim chim or volpe. this becomes awkward when people walk up to my desk and realize i’ve been screening their calls.
my boss asked me if i was a terrorist. i said yes.

ahhh...being a mature adult.

bring it.

now now...i dont want any of you to get your hopes up. but there has been some talk of the first ever all-american blog off. details to follow.

in more important news- we're officially famous.

paching!

i just fell in love with my barista.  

i like the idea of coffee, and now that i'm actively trying to increase my worth by partaking in "hip" activities i think coffee is a habit i should pick up.  the only drink i can force down is an iced mocha.  someone at starbucks decided to discontinue the "skinny mocha" syrup so my favorite drink is virtually impossible to come by.  thank god my future boyfriend ordered 15 bottles before its discontinuation.  it happens to be his favorite drink as well, he guaranteed me at least 14 more months of mocha's.  

he gave me an extra shot.  i plan on making this a wednesday morning ritual.

hello?

i just found a 15 year old boy sleeping in our storage room.  awkward?