it's Friday. you know what that means?

i didn't play any April Fools' jokes on Bossman. i thought about telling him i quit or that i smashed my laptop on the pavement by accident, but nothing really seemed "in good fun" as far as jokes are concerned. most of my ideas just seemed to bring out my deep seated resentment and loathing. well, hah, not so deep, now is it?

i tell you what, though, when i get that call this afternoon, i will be gone in a whirlwind of paper, leaving only a spinning desk chair behind me. i'm starting to think that in my mind, i'm a cartoon character. a really sexy cartoon character. like a Jessica Rabbit with a smaller ass.

i went shopping for the umpteenth time last night and didn't buy a thing. retailers are so...i don't know...what's the word? stupid. like having nice breasts is a bad thing. they assume that if i have a nice rack that i also have a nice spare tire. that just isn't the case. bad Gap! bad Banana Republic!

i'm in a mood. whee.