Spying...

Anyone that knows me, understands my insatiable curiousity and why until May 12th, I have resisted the urge to have call display, and why StatCounter should have never been invented. (Either that or JohnQ should not have mentioned it ever) However... my curiousity gets the better of me and thanks to VOIP, I get call display and thanks to StatCounter, I'm now paranoid.
Why on earth are you people from the National Institute for Environmental Health Sciences and the Internal Revenue Services not doing your government jobs that the people of America pay you for, instead of reading NSFW blogs? My posts with "fuckity fuck fuck fuck" or discussions of feverish masturbation in order to fall asleep are not exactly Work Safe material. Or am I research? No wait, don't answer that.

That and the constant google searches for Independant escorts makes me only slightly consider that it might be a profitable activity if I was so inclined to sell my soul.

Just when you thought the coast was clear, one of the BSE Twins actually invited me to her house for Mother's Day for a bbq. I think I might actually faint.

And to add fantastic to my words of today, it was absosmurfly fanfuckingtabulous to go to work today doing the same thing I did on Monday for more money. (And yes, those are my words, I wrote them, so therefore spellchecker my ass, they stay).

I've been late for dinner twice (Thanks Rob), I'm all caught up on the archives and I get handed another blog to read. My eyes are starting to swirl.

All of this is just special... in a short bus kinda way.