I'm going to take a wild guess. . . and tell Meat-Toe to do it.

 

I'm warning you

don't mess w/the prego woman

 

After the 2008 I've had. . . let's just say that it'd make 2009 par for the course.

 

 

I'm stating that I had a bizarre instance of ideological pulverization last year. In addition, I've figured out one key facet as to how and why certain things are (within my sphere of living).

 

Do tell?

 

I'm bummed because I just found out my tickets to the Killers concert on Sunday fell through.

 

I'm lmao at innauguration costs being "whole lotta hoopla that costs a whole lotta moolah"

 

I have zero tolerance for anxiety. You can imagine how my dating life is. . .

Otherwise, between reading Machiavelli (The Prince), The Associates, and finding out the one thing women specialize in is the one thing that I cannot (for my own sanity) allow to creep into my life. . . I really have ZERO idea of where to go from here.

. . . well, except that I have every intention of conducting at Stanford fall semester.

 

I'm turning in vacation day requests...