Grace is gone. Work is changing. Although working for a dotcom does have its moments...

This morning:
MrBoss: Fuck you!
Me: and Fuck you!
Mrboss: why do you have on fuck me shoes?
Me: dude, just a different pair of shoes today. they're just boots.
Followed by Mrboss IM'ing me links to all the porny books he could find on Amazon. And yet another conversation focused things to do to one's ass. And ponies. It's really not a bad place. That was a good day. Hey I got to ride the Segway around. (for those of you freaking out, don't. it's really fine.) However, I'm leaving that for another scheduled appointment. And soon I will not be working two jobs. That will be nice too.

Listening:
Citizen Cope, The Clarence Greenwood Recordings
Crystal Method, Tweekend
Clem Snide

Reading (read: when i'm in the tub i get to glance at):
Tell me Why
Knitting for Anarchists
Buckminster Fuller's Universe: His Life and Work