I came to write this post and “The Best Post Ever” was sitting as a draft from several weeks ago.

The bathroom at work has this giant mirror on one wall.  I like to make faces at myself as I pass by it…

I said something kinda nasty about an ex yesterday and it felt nearly as good as that time when I yelled at a co-worker.  I was on a high for days after that…

I’m getting tired of cleaning the turtle tank.

I’m writing this post while I’m at work waiting for my slow as pazzah reports to run…  I wrote reports that are slow as pazzah, despite knowing several much better ways to write these reports…

Part of me wants to tell Z the truth about Santa just to make my life easier.