Two Handed Porkscrew

I don't know that anyone wants to know the story behind that one. Or about the specially trained elephant that my coworker seems to have in his pants.

I have hooker nails now. Finally. Again. I had acrylics for years and then ran out of the fundage. Now that the fundage has reappeared in my life, more acrylics. So there.

I always think of such interesting and witty things to write about while Im at work (9 days straight this week, baby!) and then come home and forget about them entirely. All my news is bad, really.

My father's medical practitioner basically told him that he needs to start getting his things in order due to the fact that he is going to die here shortly. Nice. Really. Didn't even try to dress it up in a nice outfit or anything. Just the "theres nothing more we can do" talk. Sigh.

I guess thats really it. Im just kinda down about it, as im sure you can understand. theres nothing really more to say about it. I guess I will just start writing down the interesting things I think of at work.