we look the same we talk the same we even fuck the same well i went to school in olympia.

courtney, i totally agree. except that between you and me you actually got out and i didn't and i'm still living my catholic school hell, except now the bitch with the yard stick is this fuck with a bad mullet and a fucking camaro. you know? a fucking camaro with 2 kids and a house in the poconos. what a fucking badass. (yes i see the redundancy in bad mullet.)

yup today i went dinner with a bunch of coworkers courtesy of BB, i think it was the company's plan to help build morale and a sense of cohesiveness. so i ordered the most expensive steak but still didn't feel like i won because mr BB probably spends that much on silk toilet tissue a week. but it wasn't all that bad, cuz i talked to this kid who's (i'm reading between his lines) totally sick of this crap and got what he needed from programming, ie dough, and now he's skipping out to prague for a few years of irresponsibility. and i so envy him cuz shit i don't have the balls.

courtney keeps teasing. i made my bed i lied in it i made my bed i died in it.