For some reason the front desk is blaring their music so that the entire agency can hear. Right now it's Bob Dylan and to be honest it sounds like a small animal is being slaughtered one room over. Don't get me wrong I like Bob Dylan but not when filtered through several layers of drywall and concrete.

I donwannawork on maggisfaaam nomor

What am I going to do with the rest of today. If I were at home I would bake a pie but there is no oven here. Who am I kidding if I were at home I would be watching more gilmore girls, shit's addicting. Plus I have a huge high school crush on jess.

Ok what's more hilarious, fanfic or larping.

I need a vacation, a week long vacation to that one place featured on the macintosh screen saver. Sitting by the pool isn't cutting it anymore, especially when the pool includes annoying frat boys asking you to attend their "bitchin' bar-b-que". I also want a tan. This pigmentation ain't cutting it anymore either. Few things are cutting it these days, save the fact that the rainbow curve is finally open knocking ten whole minutes off my commute.
Speaking of cutting it, what am I going to do for fourth of july? Am I going to have my own bitchin' bar-b-que? I should have my own solo bar-b-que party. I really need a vacation. Maybe it's the nyquil still talking.

kind of like this bitchin' poster

I consider this video the german equivalent of journey's "separate ways".

Ok lets see

On Thursday evening I saw what I can only assume was Vegas's smartest chicken play tic-tac-toe against human opponents outside the Fitzgerald. One kid said "wow that chicken is really smart". I also had giant pina colada #1.

Friday was the pool and trying to sleep all day, then the start of the convention where I took a bunch of shots but exactly zero pictures (get it, GET IT) and then the beauty bar where I saw mickey avalon for the second time in so many months.







And then Saturday we went somewhere dumb like Margaritaville.



Sunday was more pool time, ten minutes of thrifting and then giant pina colada #2. Today I am trying to catch up with all the internet time i missed over the weekend. Which is fine because to be honest I am getting sick of the computer world, which is really just the same thing over and over and also has no slouch boots in my size.

Last night I inadvertently caught the Miami Heat winning an NBA championship. It kind of looked like this:

My pictures: getting really really boring.

bb flash


my head is huge in pictures i guess.


this dude dances like jack black at all times


i have disco sheets

Hey what's up guys I'm still at work.

go to blood

Today I am getting a 401k. I have no clue what to invest in. Lifestyle funds? Real assets? International markets? I am thinking I want to put just a bit in international markets. Aggressive, conservative, what. And what the hell is a Roth IRA. Can anyone help me here. I have an appointment today with a financial advisor and I am going to sound like a total idiot going in.

Oh and also today is my birthday, I am 27. About damn time, right.

I was looking through the ol' files today while waiting for a new car battery to be installed and came across this picture I took of erin once upon a time at east side:

It's about waiting for the bathroom!

Well. I had to be at the Palms this morning at 5am for another goddamn photoshoot in which I stood around and took up unnecessary space. So I didn't do anything last night other than fall asleep with the Gilmore Girls season 2 dvd blaring on my television set. So that was last night. Tonight I went at the very last second to go see Senate minority leader Harry Reid speak at the moveon.org convention at the Riviera. He may run for president. A lot of people may run for president or so I hear. I'm remarkably underinformed, despite my subsciption to time and incessant NPR listening.
So yeah. Harry Reid. Wait, excuse me. "Give em Hell" Harry and 1000 democrats with something to yell about.

Ok I am going to sleep now because I have been awake since 4am.

Oh is blogger allowing me to update now? How kind. Anyway, here's the post I tried to slap on here all day yesterday and was denied:

Jill: everyone knows you can't just own one dog. you have to get that dog a companion dog
Jill: that way if they every get left behind when the family moves across the country, the one dog will have a companion to travel with, and they can have madcap adventures together.
JapanAirLines: yeah, although they still need a cat for comedic balance
Jill: it would have to be an alley cat. like a streetwise cat.
JapanAirLines: yeah, and it would have to be voiced by ben stiller. or possibly ben stein. it's a schizophrinic cat! one voice in it's head it ben stiller, the other is ben stein, but it speaks with adam sandler's voice
Jill: the cat would be voiced by janine garafalo
JapanAirLines: oh yeah, even better. or sarah silverman.

My birthday is in one week, less one day. If you need my address for cards and other well wishes let me know. I like birthdays. I want a cake with Kenny Loggins face on it.

Today is boring so far. So far I watched some Colbert and listened to "I Love a Rainy Night". I think I need a vacation though. What's funny is that if I went to Atlanta there's no one even left there to stay with so I would have to get a hotel room. Which is fine, I like hotels but the real tack of it all is that if I went to Atlanta I would have to stay with my mom in Lagrange and then I would just be stuck in Lagrange and that's not the point at all. Not in the least.

I can tell it's six six oh six because I woke up this morning and Ann Coulter was on the Today Show babbling like a cokehead just released from an afterparty. She looks rather drugged doesn't she. And who the hell yells at Matt Lauer. She's hilarious you guys.
Remember that period in the eighties when satanism was the hip thing to fear? Like you couldn't leave the house without fear of your goat being sacrificed to the woods at the end of the cul-de-sac? I bet today would mean a whole hell of a lot more if that were still a valid fear. Ok that's all for now.

Anyone interested in hearing The Decemberists covering a Bjork song? Good, because this entire entry doubles as a link.

I'm trying to write ads for GLBT insertions (the advocate, etc.) for one of these vegas hotels that's not gonna, ya know, insult anyone. I'm also trying to do a billion other things but that is what I am trying to do right this second. I am on a roll as you can probably tell. Have you ever had one of those days where you are just angry at the daylight, that the sun insists on being so goddamn bright. It's going to be 107 degrees today. I've been spending entirely too much time at the beauty bar lately. It is because i have run out of ideas with this town.

I enjoy this website for a minute.

today.