sitting at work before a "meeting." i've got some time to kill…

i hate walking out of this building into the beating sun. it feels like i'm going to go flashblind, walking from florescent lighting to the harsh, glaring sun. damn that sun. damn it to hell.

or something.

there's a guy here at work that is addicted to those yahoo and match.com personal ads. he seems to think he's going to find the lady of his dreams through some matchmaking website. i told him he'd have better luck finding a quality woman (on par with the ones on those sites, anyway) walking into a trailer park with a pack of marlboros and a book of mcdonald's gift certificates. screw flowers, those women want the staples.

this is, of course, ironic because the girl i'm currently so messed up about met me through this very website. yep…she messaged me by accident and just didn't understand what she was getting herself into. god have mercy on her soul.

i always wanted to say that, you know…"god have mercy on [possessive pronoun] soul."

i'm headed up to chicago on thursday. i'm gonna be dropping in on that there hey mercedes and get up kids show at the house of blues. i'm rather stoked that the alkaline trio also got added to the bill for that evening. after the show, i'll be catching some z's at a friends house (and if it's anything like last time i'll be drinking my fill, as well) and then heading home in the morning. why such a quick trip? well…small brown bike will be in town for that krazy fest hoo-ha on friday and then bob and the boys will be playing on sunday. with alkaline trio again, no less. after that it's straight over to the clifton center to catch shellac.

i'd say that's a pretty full weekend of rock. if you plan on being at any of those events, and let me know.

if it was important, they'll call back.

and now the "meeting" calls…