so there's this new sheryl crow/sting song that has, "butterflies are free to fly" as a line, which is a total elton rip-off and it's a travesty, although the song isn't that horrible. in fact, i'm sure once it gets more airplay, i'll be obsessed, because yes, i do have a tendency to get obsessed with sappy, slow, mainstream, pop songs. case in point: because of you by k. clark

i've decided that this whole monday-friday work week just isn't for me. especially because i've been thrown about a zillion projects to do. and they're not challenging. in fact, i think i'm getting stupider. day by day. hour by hour. minute by minute. second by second. yep, i've reached stupid. this is what menial data work does for you. remember that. while i didn't intend to sell my soul to the devil for a paycheck like many unfortunate souls, i have ended up trapped behind my computer like the miltons of office space. i'm telling myself that if it wasn't for me we wouldn't have funding. cough cough. sure.

and. mondays. since i never feel like doing a daggone thing on mondays, i've decided that i will at least post on said day. plus, my life is most interesting during the weekend.

my e.g.'s:
1. friday night: went for thai, to best buy, and lounged around stu's. okay, not that exciting. my bad.
2. saturday: iditarod. yeah. that's right. how many of you moe's can say you've been to the iditarod? that's what i thought. it reminded me of mardi gras. lots o' people. can't see much. only it's cold. very cold. and once you've seen one sled, you've seen them all. sort of like the mardi gras floats. i did get free hot cocoa. go corporate sponsors. ;) thanks, wells fargo.
3. empty bowl: this huge fundraiser for bean's cafe (where two of my housemates work). you pick out a handcrafted bowl from the local potter's guild. and then you eat winning soups. out of 2,000 bowls, stu and i picked the same design, different shape. he's got a big bowl. i've got a small bowl. sad and pathetic or fateful and poignant? you be the judge.
4. i remained very lazy the rest of the day saturday followed by 11 hours of sleep that night and a very lazy day on sunday.
5. ended up watching the good ole oscars. sort of sad that alaska sees it so many hours behind everyone else. brokeback didn't win. tear. still love jake gyllenhaal though. who doesn't?

well. that brings me to the present. to my left i see masses of papers that need to be sorted and organized. to my front: a client who is scratching his ass because he has hemorrhoids. to my right. a teeny-tiny go-gurt smoothie that tastes like crap. five ounces of pure disgust.

oh. that brings me to another disgusting experience. saturday night, matt and i decided to be like rocky. we wanted to drink/eat raw eggs. well, long story short, he got them down quite quickly. i had a harder time. the seemingly huge aggregate of slime that didn't want to go down my throat stayed in my mouth because the first egg that i did get down wanted to come up. so the egg, raw, was in my mouth for at least ten seconds...not a yummy flavor. and then i forced myself to swallon. glug. well. we did two. rocky did five. we can't let rocky beat us. i have a feeling there will be more ingestion of raw unfertilized chicken babies in the future.

oh, and for my readers that have penises: random, yes. i read that they have a new condom site that you can custom-order condoms for your pecker. big or small. girthy or not-so-girthy. yeah. you get the idea. www.condomania.com/theyfit. no excuses not to use one. the good ole excuse of, "the condoms are just too small" no longer works...like your penis is that big. average length is five inches. what? too small? just trying to do my part to spread the newest safe sex news and hiv/std prevention. not trying to insult your penis.