Okay, this is where my job kinda’ sucks…

I weaseled my way out of working Thanksgiving and was given Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and the day after off. So I guess it’s my time. Everybody wanted to go home early, but one sacrificial lamb had to stay behind and baby sit the phones in case someone with no life and nothing to do on New Year’s Eve decided they had some travel issue that couldn’t wait until January 2nd.

I’m the only one in the office and I don’t get off until 11 o’clock. Then I have a 30 minute drive to A.C.’s house and then hopefully we’ll get to the party at my place somewhere before midnight.

HAPPY FUCKIN’ NEW YEAR

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  1. Big Poppa E?
    As in “Jesus Mosh Pit?” As in “Eirik Goes to Jail?” As in awesome fuckin’ poet who I saw at Cafe DuNord in SF and again at Llewelyn’s Pub in Saint Louis? What’s the most awesome performance poet on the West Coast doing reading my live journal?!!

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