What sort of karaoke joint manages to have stuff by Journey without having “Don’t Stop Believing” or “Separate Ways” in their book of available songs?
Despite having a fantastic time drinking and partying with my awesome new coworkers at City Cat Karaoke Studio last night, that one thing still sort of bugs me this afternoon. *sigh* Oh well.
It may be dark outside — well, as dark as it can get in the suburbs — but there’s a chirping bird outside my window. And it almost sounds like a car alarm being armed.
I wonder what that sound means in bird speak…
Despite working a handful of desk jobs over the past 7+ years, when my coworker set my nameplate on my desk today, I felt like I’d finally found my way to my first real grown-up job.
Shortly thereafter, I played a celebratory round of Super Puzzle Figher on the office MAME cabinet… ;)
Because I went to go get Chicago dogs with the guys at work, my insides are totally hating on me now.
How can something that tastes so good hurt that much? It’s just not fair…
Clean Sheets
It’s too hot out to have flannel sheets on my bed — but for some reason, I do.
I was thinking about putting the bamboo ones on the bed when I realized that the pillowcases are on the pillows I keep in my car. Seeing as how I probably won’t need those anytime soon, I should probably bring them inside the house and wash them. *sigh*