Bleh. All I ever blog about is my craptacular job. If I had a life, maybe I could blog about it. But I live at work. I’m married to my job, and I think it’s cheating on me. Divorce is inevitable. I think my boss is hoping all the raises he keeps throwing my way will make for a happy marriage, but it’s true what they say: money can’t buy happiness. It could probably buy me some hot sex, but not happiness.
Awesome. Now I want to make the whoopee and have no one nearby with which to make it.
I need to get a life. And find a partner skilled in that there horizontal mambo dance.