"Did you even take your underwear off...?"

i slept in today. oops. and of all days. i was supposed to pick up one of my employees AND we're having a walk through from the board of directors...my bad. well at least i was scheduled to be here 3 hours before we opened up shop today, and i was only an hour late. i blame my bed, really i do. after years of not having one i bought my self a down comforter...and a down feather bed...and my folks gave me their fluffy down pillows...and i got myself a new duvet and sheet set which are like a zillion thread count. now my bed's like this little oasis of warmth in a troubled, troubled world. but the damned thing just keeps me so comfy i just want to sleep my life away. :sigh:

george dubya is supposed to be in town today. it seems he's appearing at a fundraising luncheon for that bitch marilyn musgrave. (that's right, i said it) what's up with that? doesn't he have better things to do these days? i mean, you know, with war and destruction and economic problems we're having. no, no, no...he should take some time out of his busy schedule to have some brie en cruit with a bunch of stuffy self rightious assholes down at the brown.
"high tea george?"
"party on marilyn!!"
why doesn't he get his ass back to some REAL work and leave the celebrity appearances to paris hilton. they're estimating that his appearance could help her raise up to $300,000 dollars for her petty little cause. our pal marilyn's runnin' a little scared these days because they (whomever "they" are) saying that she's one of the most vulnerable folks up on cap hill. serves the bitch right, and yes, i am in a position to say that. really, all this hag did to get ass into her office in the first place is to chummy up with the religious "right" and kiss some jesus lovin', bible thumpin asses. it's such a sham. i hate her.

yes, i said it...HATE.