live well. laugh often. LOVE much.

so i've been at work for 3 hours already. and i have spent a majority of that time doing random things while pretending and looking like i'm working. i truly have nothing to do here. i'm plum out of things to do, but i'm forced to sit here and breathe the air here and use the electricity here, when i could be doing far better things. really, nobody is forcing me, but that's just the way it's gonna work. that's the super-duperness of having a job, well at least, my job.

thanks for playing my game, crissy. at least you'll entertain me.

so, i'm pretty sure that creating a myspace for myself is on the verge. yes, i have strategically planned it so that i'm doing it now when it is starting to die down. that's the fun of it all. not to get pulled into the hype until the hype is gone.

i have an appointment to get my haircut tomorrow. i just realized neneng, crissy, and cit all have their hair short and around the same lengths. crissy's is probably the shortest. i'm most definitely not going short. i want a few inches off, but i'm not ready for short hair again. it's too much work for me. and the least amount of things i can do between the time of waking up and walking out the door to go to work, the better. it's called laziness, i know.

maybe i can get a job designing pajamas... but i guess really, how many different ways could you design pajamas?