[ mood | groggy ]
[ music | Jeff Buckley – “Last Goodbye” ]

There was something I was gonna say… but now I’m totally drawing a blank. It was some spastic piece of philosophy I was going to share, but it’s all gone now. Oh well.

I played the gay friend all day long. First I had lunch with the gals: The Vin, The Chainsaw & The Bumblebee. Most of the conversation was about work, but I still felt like the token fruit. Not that there’s anything wrong with that… but how do I get myself in these situations. Most of my friends are girls. I need more male friends. You don’t meet available gurlies hanging out with other gurlies. I need be sitting around farting, cussing and hitting on girls with the fellas. Of course when hanging out with the gals… there’s cussing and farting, and they usually hit on each other… just to torment me, so it’s basically the same. Then after work, actually before work was really over, a bunch of us from the office went for margaritas. Who did I end up riding the elevator with and sitting with… all girls. One of them even said, “It’s the girls… and Lance.” Oy. Oh, and big-headed Jetset will luv this… I’ve already been compared to Donal Logue, although it appears like my nickname will end up being Conan… like Conan O’Brien… guess it’s an Irish thing. But work today was actually pretty decent. I was in meetings pretty-much the entire day, but it was all a giggle fest… For some reason everyone was cracking up in each meeting.

This place is sinking its teeth in me… I think I’m becoming a pod.