Well, we all hate spam right? the endless notices about how my penis is too small, all the housewives that are ready to have fun with me, all the people who are waiting to meet me and go on dates with me, and all the prescription drugs that I can get (especially Viagra). Well. How can I compete with that, eh? There is no way that I can retaliate against these huge databases that I have somehow found myself on. It is a david and goliath battle that no one person will win. or will they? I found a blog that is creative in their hate towards spam. Check it out.
In other news, Mardi Gras is quickly approaching and I am now taking requests for my precious day and night plans. If you would like to schedule in, I have unfortunately lost my cell phone, so direct communication is probably impossible. Commenting, IMing, or calling up me casa are high on the list of reaching me. However, if you would like to send me a letter, card, or cool present, perhaps stop by my house... those are acceptable too. BUT, if you really want to score big, then you'll just have to do ALL of the above. Plus send me flowers. Yeah. Vas-y!! Let's get a move on! Time is precious.
In other important news, I have decided that I will confront Mr. Moser. I have not decided when, how or why. I just am. I heard him in the hall today and ducked into the bathroom to avoid confrontation. it's getting really bad. I have a problem. there i admitted it. BUT MR. MOSER IS JUST PLAIN SCARY. AHHHHHHH!!! hide.
well, the gus bus will be arriving soon. gotta run.
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