Its my LAST DAY at helljob today, which just thrills me to pieces. More so, because they are taking me to lunch, which means i get good food i dont have to pay for, AND i get out of the office for a little additional time before leaving for good.

I grooved into the office this morning, and one of my less evil co-workers yelled, “its not nice to tease!” as i danced by her desk, mouthing, “last day! last day!”

Brandus is at home, manning the pain of a garage sale. basically, we are selling EVERYTHING WE OWN, and by the time i left for work, we had already made almost $200.

so, thats a plus.

Tomorrow! Oh, happy day is tomorrow! For it is my last day of work in this hell hole!

Sadly, the Ice Cream Queen has been out of the office at some sort of conference all week. Which has been both a wonderful break, and a disappointment in canceling my revenge. Oh well. Best served cold, and all that.

On Sunday, the Mother will be arriving in Denver, just in time for me to pick her up and drive her, and my car, to Georgia, where it will sit for the next year. Im kind of excited, and a little bit terrified.

I adore my mother, promise, but..well, i think my thoughts are colored by memories.

In high school, we could be going anywhere, just the two of us in the car, and we would ride in total silence.

Until a really good song came on the radio.

Five seconds later, she would reach forward, turn off the radio and start a conversation.

I have a small addiction to bad reality tv. Im not talking Survivor or Big Brother. Im talking about America’s Got Talent.

Leonid, you are beautiful. I have yet to get past the fact that there is a giant gay Russian man on my tv! Wearing heels and wings! with a sword! AND YOU ARE CRYING! COME GIVE ME A HUG YOU BEAUTIFUL SPARKLY MAN!

Bianca Ryan, however, actually has whole bucketfuls of talent. she has got the most amazing voice ive heard out of an eleven year old.

Weirdly, the voice is second as to what makes me happy about her. What thrills me to little tiny pieces? She LOOKS like an eleven year old. The dress, the hair, the shoes..she isnt trying to look like she’s fifteen. So when the judge tells her to change all that?

Unhappy. Because, dude, we have enough kids who think they need to dress like mini-Britneys. leave this one alone.