Today, in the newsroom, I played hackey sack for like a billion hours. I got Holly to play with me, then I played alone, then Haas played with me, then myself, then Renick, then myself, well- u get the point.
I am getting really good again. So boo yah.
I'm sitting in this chair a really wierd way and my flippin arms are getting tired.
That was really random, man.
So, going to ICPA this weekend. Chicago. Woot.
"Who unionized?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?? Probably your momma."
Yeah, Aqua Teen, No. 1 in the hood, g.
"I know it's been awhile. But I'm not gonna, get humped, by a giant, red ape in space. Ok? No thank you."
I am editing a story and spouting off nonsense. Sorry if I sounds schizo. Obviously if I can admit I might sound schizo, I'm not.
The government is out to get me.
Apparently, there was an African-America forum today from which my staff writer was ejected for being a lady. When she went to the female version of the forum, she discovered why.
They were talking butt sex and private things they didn't want a chic to hear.
OH I gotta drive April's car tomorrow to ICPA. I'm scurred. I don't know if I trust myself driving someone else's car to someplace I don't know. She's awesome.
I guess I'd better look up directions. HOLD PLEES.
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