Sept. 30, 2004 at 9:08 p.m.
Vegas, baby! VEGAS!!

All I do is work lately. That's what it seems like, and it's getting to the point where I'm mentally taking my work home with me. On a few different occasions lately I've woken from my sleep because I was actually dreaming about work. How sick is that? Bah! I need to go find that sugar daddy I've been looking for cause this work shit is for the birds. Maybe I'll just retire...

OK, Patty's worried about me. Sorry doll, that wasn't my intention, but I do appreciate the concern. When I wrote that last entry I was giving a lot of thought to how people in my life have been lately, and how it does or does not affect me. There are people I'm mad at, there's people I miss, there's people who frustrate me and there's people I admire. So, I just felt like writing it out. I havn't gone all nutty, and I'm not all depressed and mopey. Just... alot of life shit. But I swear I'm OK.

So the other day I was on the Bunny Ranch website. If you don't know what the Bunny Ranch is, well then you're just lame. Anyways, this is like, the best website ever. Not because I'm really looking for hookers, but just because of the things you can do there. They have a gift shop, which is why I was there to begin with. I want a Bunny Ranch T-shirt. But I digress, in addition to a gift shop, they also have a 4 page menu. An actual menu of things you can get there. And the selection is huge! I wonder if you can get a Bunny Ranch combo meal? "Yeah, I'll have a hand job party, and a neopolitan, supersized, to go please!". Hee! But the best thing, by far, is that you can APPLY to be a Bunny! Now I have no intention of applying to a whore house in Nevada, but how great is it that there is somewhere on the internet where you can seriously fill out an application to become a hooker? I'm so amused by the world sometimes.

Speaking of Nevada, I'm going to Vegas this weekend. Vegas, baby! VEGAS!!I'm missing Tequila Sunrise up at NAU, which sucks, but this should be fun too. I've never been, so I'm really psyched about it. We're going for a bacherlorette party for Wanda, the chick I share my office with. Should be fun. I'll keep you informed.

Alright, I'm gonna go find something to eat, now that I've reassured Patty I've still got all my marbles. Later days!
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