WTF? Fridays, Volume VIII? Where The Fuck Is It?

That's what I'D like to know!

If you see it around, let it know that I'd like to have a word or two with it. And that I'm fuckin' pissed as hell! It's LATE!

Today promises to be very hot. I have laundry to do, so that will be pleasant. First, I'm heading into the city to power through some packing with Kimberly, then I'm heading out to a coworker's birthday party in the East Village. I won't be drinking. I WON'T.

It will be interesting to see all my coworkers on the weekend, but I already see them so much during the week, I don't imagine it will hold any special novelty, like when you were a kid and bumped into your Social Studies teacher in the feminine products aisle at ACME. And then you'd go into school and be all, "I saw Mrs. Murphy buying MAXI PADS!!! THE BIG ONES!" And then you'd make up all these ridiculous details.

What? Oh, that just must have been me, then.

I took my roommate Sara and her boyfriend out to brunch this morning for her birthday, which was on the 13th. We went to a place that obsessively-compulsively refills your coffee, to the point that when you're done, you have to put your napkin over the cup to prevent them giving you more. I luuuuuuuurv it, but I had to cut myself off. My caffeine intake has been riDONKulous lately, so I need to cut it back a little bit. Which means only 6 cups of bottomless coffee instead of my usual 9.

Tomorrow I have to go into work to catch up on a few things. Hopefully, these days are numbered. I do not enjoy spending the weekends when I am in the city at my office, particularly when I know the A/C will be off, but I really do need to catch up on some busy work. It's good, though, because I decided my iPod is seriously lacking some Gino Vanelli, so I'll be able to get some on there.

"I justa wanna STOP! And tell ya how I feel aboutcha, babe. I justa wanna STOP! The world ain't right withoutcha, babe. I justa wanna STOP! FOR YOUR LOOOO-OOOOOO-OOOOOOVE!"

Oh, you know you love you some Gino Vanelli, that fine Italian-Canadian with his long, curly, flowing black locks.

I'll also be able to post some pictures I took this afternoon of the surprise Harley Davidson parade that rode through town! It was AWESOME! Some incredible bikes making incredible sounds. Some big, fat Hell's Angels-looking dudes with long ZZ-Top beards and their bitches on the backs of their hogs. There were even some crotch-rockets. Made me want to ride a bike, but my Huffy got wrecked when I was 14 and got hit by a car. ANYWAY. I love parades! But not as much as I love puppets.

This post is all over the place, but I went stoopid recently and am only just now starting to recover.

I must go bounce off the walls now.