a crappy list

Ok, so it�s Monday. I came into the office not expecting much to be happening, as Mondays and Fridays are pretty much reserved for sleeping at your desk or taking five-hour lunches. So, I get in and what do I discover but work to do. Can�t these people give me a break for the love of all things Gucci?

I get to set up meetings for people and find out when they are free to meet. I hate doing crap like that, especially when five different people are involved. My life of late hasn�t been terribly exciting, at least for story telling so I�ll relive some fun times from the past that will hopefully cause someone, if not me, to chuckle, laugh, giggle, or hock something up.

List of things I wanted as a child:

1. A Cheetah

2. Blue hair (good thing I got over that real quick)

3. Hair that moved like a muscle (it�s tough trying to train dead cells to move)

4. To be 6 feet tall (done)

5. Platinum hair {accomplished with the help of some 40-volume lifter and blue powder (thanks Sally�s Beauty Supply!)}

6. A nose ring (don�t ask me why)

7. An R-V (so I could travel/live around Africa in it)

8. Madonna�s autograph (still waiting on that one)

It seems most of my wishes had to do with my hair and it�s color and or function. More lists to come later. That one was pretty lame and I only have a few more seconds until I�m sucked back into arranging meetings and crap for my ever so thankless job. This is cupcake, signing off for now, or until he comes up with something better to say.