"Girls with asses like mine, don't talk to boys with faces like yours....."

 Just heard this crack coming from some goofy Amanda Bynes tween-teen movie playing in the background.

  Actually, think I've heard that once or twice in real life; or variations of such.

  The above picture is something like the wedding pictures I'd envision, if I ever married a BCS. Juggling fantasy with reality is of course an issue, but imagine a pic like this hanging over the mantel of your home. Too fucking hot....

  My coworker Simon remains a total fucking moron at times. Kate The Superboss showed up for work yesterday with a CAST on her wrist. Now, we've all worked with the occasional asshole boss, and I'm by NO means a fan of Kate the Supermoose.

 But once in a while, one NEEDS to kiss the occasional ass and brownnose one's boss.

 "Whoa, hey Kate, what happened to your wrist?" I asked sympathetically, if not altogether that concerned.

 "I broke a bone somehow" she grunted. But she was taken by my concern, at least.

 "How'd ya do that? Climbing the Empire State Building?" Simon snorts, elbowing me in the ribs and erasing any chance of lukewarm feelings might have towards me as an employee.

 "Okay smartass" Kate grunts, and that was that.

 Simon gets a laugh.

 Yours truly gets lumped in with Simon, and we get assigned a SHITLOAD of work to do.

 Moron.

 Saw an actual IR couple this morning at a convenience store, buying my morning paper and aspirin. Dude was pretty good looking. Bomber jacket. Sunglasses. Gal had short red hair, sort of spiked and looked like a Sheena Easton type. Little porky, but she had an awesome tattoo of a leopard showcased nicely by a sleeveless black shirt.

 I smiled and nodded them ahead of me in line, while pretending to look at some stuff.

 It's the little things......

 I have $16 in my pocket until Thursday payday.

 But a 7/8ths full bottle of Tequilla.

 And a blender..........