UnpleasantlySexy

A little lazy with the posts, but you can all blame that on my buddy Ryan. He and I have been emailing back and forth during work hours and, unfortunately for the blog, Ryan has proven to be a terrific receptacle for the comedic upchuck that typically makes it to my blog. So.

I finished my first full week at my new job, and boy, are my arms tired! I mean, boy, am I totally unsure of the real nature of my job! Yes, I've worked an entire week, but my supervisor and her boss have been gone for all of it, so I've been working on my various projects and hitting it off with my cubicle-mate, Mike. If this is how life is gonna be...well...I approve. If not, I'll tell you next week!

I shall be playing a gentlemanly game of golf with Ryan (yes, The Receptacle) tomorrow morning, and despite the morningness of said gentlemanly game, beer will be involved somehow. By the end of the golf session, I anticipate that we will resemble little more than cavemen whacking empty cans with metal sticks, but we'll be some civilized, gentlemanly cavemen, dammit. I'm looking forward to it.

Lastly, it is Stanley Cup time again, which means that I am going to have hockey on the brain. When Julia asks, "How was your day, darling?" I will hear something more akin to, "Hockey your hockey, hockey?" I suspect that Julia will not like this. But she better hockeygnize, cause hockeytimes, a hockey has to hockey up and hockey that her hockey needs to hockey hockey hockey hockey hockey hockey hoc...