Today is just one of those days when you consider "accidentally" missing the exit to work, so you can drive down to Charleston cranking Guns n' Roses the whole way. Just to get the fuck away from your own life for a few hours, because you're really only yourself when you're alone.

Okay so maybe it's just me that feels that way.

Watched Team America last night (Thanks, Sam!) and here are a few things I learned:

• Trey Parker still writes the best songs, although my favorite will always be the "Now You're A Man (MAN!) song from Orgazmo.


• Puppet Sex? Almost as funny as the real thing.


• Matt Damon is a moron and I've said so all along. That's why I never really bought into Good Will Hunting, because Matt Damon didn't fool anybody with that genius thing.
  

Last week was so much fun...I got a totally unexpected visit from Alan, who stayed the night thursday and drank ENTIRELY too much wine, resulting in my throwing up in the Dunkin Donuts parking lot the next morning. Not one of my more graceful moments.

My boss & I sent Troy to Kinko's tuesday to ship some returns for us. Where he ran into his old friend, none other than Marshall!.
Now Marshall is hanging out at our house and this puts me in quite the pickle.

I've always wanted to say that I was in a pickle. Seriously, how does one get IN a pickle? Trap door?

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