What Is Your NAME?

I just love the geniuses who, when it says, "name and work address," instead write the name of the place where they work and the address, and then under "mailing addres" write just their address, so that their actual name is nowhere on the page. Bastards. Everyone who has to ever fill out paperwork (which would be pretty much everyone) should have to, at some time, work a job like mine, so that they appreciate the importance of clarity.

The big boss (the boss of mine) has taken to giving me shit about the music I listen to. He claims rock is "junk." Yeah, this from the man who plays the accordion...

When I walked in the door, my mom greeted me with, "You know we're proud of you, don't you? Well, we are." Okay... Great. Um... What does one say to that?

Ever since Meg announced her plan to get me to come to New York sometime, the place has been calling my name. It was just a faint whisper at first, more like a subliminal message, but since then it's gotten louder, with more voices. Now it's almost to a stage whisper.