God is laughing. Hysterically.

Office Secret Santa. I pick old lady with no computer skills who slays me daily with her nonsense. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

The psychic I visited last week in Sedona, AZ told me I need to get rid of my anger, but C'MON!!

Only thing keeping me sane is the fact that there is a milli-chance that I may meet Dog the Bounty Hunter tomorrow at work. Do I smell a Christmas card photo op?

Award Shows

God bless 'em. I just watched Rascal Flatts on the American Music Awards and the dude sounds like someone got him wasted at a frat party in Alabama, taped his nuts to his ass with duct tape and threw firecrackers at his feet, screaming "Sing, bitch, Sing!"

The end.

Cede'in is a bitch.

Imagine the therapy this kid will have in 10 years. In fact, look at all of them. A great friend of mine, Tamron, remarked to me how much the son looks like Augustus Goop. I must agree.

Voting kicks fucking ass!

Maybe I'm the Wikipedia example of a Pisces, or maybe it's the remnants of Army bratdom, but dammit if voting doesn't rip my shit up. I love to vote. It's such a power packed emotion; Proud, appreciative, scared, free, introspective and global, hopeful. I still feel new in Nevada, this crazy ass Western state. I still feel a bit fresh on the range. I grew up in Northern Virginia, where you're pretty much given a dose of politics with your Flinstone vitamin. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go a) see who's controlling the Senate and b) See if Number 7 passed, and if so, I'll be smoking weed legally by the weekend. P.S. Inexplainable Tim Russert crush still in effect.