UnpleasantlySexy

Howdy hi-ho, wranglers and wranglettes!

We are currently recovering from a little soiree we hosted in celebration of our good friend Wally's newfound American citizenship. Boy did we ever throw back some beers and have us a truly rootin' and tootin' good time!

I am now in a Zen-like state of meditation in preparation for work tomorrow. Ah, yes...I flow around medical claims like water flows around a reed. Unfortunately, my Zen-like trance isn't giving me any insights on flowing/bending around idiots. I tend to smack into those rather gracelessly.

I feel like I've been super-negative recently due to this lousy job, and I've been bloggally stymied because I'm in such a controlled work environment now that absurdities rarely pop up, and when they do, I seem to be the only one who notices. However...

I have now reached a place where I can once again look out over the vast landscape of mediocrity of my job with my hands positioned defiantly on my hips, my chest stuck out proudly, my eyebrow arched in a sarcastic manner. Once again, I will announce from on high my mildly amusing day-to-day observations...AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME!

BWA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAAAA!

And, um...here I go:

As you know (if you've read my previous posts), the dude leading my training class is a first-class, grade-A schmuckity-schmuck, and there isn't anything I can do to fix him, but I did just find out that he named his son Fletcher. I know it's rude, but that's funny to me, for some reason. If there are any Fletchers reading this, I'm not sorry, either - Fletcher is a darn funny name). Oh, and he dresses his son in NOTHING but burnt orange UT baby-athletic gear.

If I ever meet my trainer's little Fletcher years from now, when he's an angsty teenager, and really angry about only owning burnt-orange clothes and really angry about being named Fletcher, I think we'd really hit it off, you know?

Because his dad sucks farts.



On a completely different topic, the new Deftones album kicks so much ass that I can barely take it. But I do. And I like it.



Zounds!





S