"yeah i won, my name is ms. honkey and i'm 25......"

tuezday, december what year 0

so its tuezday... big whup.

uneventful day fo sho but that can be a good thing - if only it didn't have to be 12 hours of solid uneventfulness.

hey my work holiday partay is thursday- what should i wear? last year i think i was too sparkley - but you know i love sparkley. love it. i had so much sequins on my shirt that i actually gave off like disco ball reflections... so cool though. we'll see. average meal, lots of people whom i've met several times but never remember who they are - the best best best part of the evening is the raffle... (provided that due to cutbacks they're not handing out like cheap turtlenecks with the agency logo on them - or the logo windbreakers- uggghhhhhh) last year they had some good prizes... and I WON! i just love running up towards a microphone- so fun and then the person who won gets to pull the next name out of the bag for the next prize and i pulled THE SINNER so i grabbed the microphone back and screamed "lemme announce it lemme announce it - ITS MY BUDDY SAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" i think he was mortified. and when you go up to the mic you have to say what part of the agency you work for and how long and sam got up there and was like "uh yeah i don't work here- thank you". he's a peach.

ok i'm getting tired of a-holes who call the liberry and ask you a question then hang up. remember "thank you" or "good bye" what the f... is this? i wish i had automatic call back so i could scream "YOU'RE WELCOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

GEEZ.

i wonder if cheryl will be playing PILE OF BALLS tonight? god i hope so.

- i have a lesson again with my polish guru tomorrow. he was in last night and of course i taught him to use his digital camera and he told me i need to get married and have kids. fair exchange.

-- i was messing with a student the other day he was talking about how his pet bird got out and the cat got it or whatever and i said "what kind of bird is it" and he being a gangsta muttered "awwwwwwwwwmanhowdafuckshouldiknow" and a few seconds later as he was finishing his story i said "are they pigeons?" and his eye flew open and he said "aw duuude who got muthaf.. ing pigeons in they house?" - he is a funny funny boy and the more he tries to act like a street tough, gangsta rapper the more i call him "little sweetie pie" or "my angel" or "sweet honey doll" its fun to mess with the youth of today - but i didn't say that.

--- oh well cheryl just started playing PILE OF BALLS therefore i just got to yell across the library "OH CHERYL IS THAT - PILE OF BALLS???" its still cracking me up.

thats it i'm done