My Wings Hurt

You just gotta love presentation mornings. Especially ones where you get rear-ended and lock your keys in your car, feel deathly sick, can't sleep, have to be at a meeting across town 10 minutes after the presentation ends, can't even get a hot dog because the debits are down and you don't have cash (I would have fathered that whores child for a f*cking hotdog), and lose your sunglasses. (Kylee found them. But still.)

I'd like to thank my 20 GB Samsung Media Player, without whom this latest board room domination would not have been possible. I'd also like to thank my team, who, despite the lack-of-warm-milk-before-nap-time-like-crabbiness on the part of a couple individuals (with only 2 weeks left, there's a lot of that afoot), managed to pull off something that I thought was pretty good considering the cirumstances.

Also, big ups to that 24 hour 7-11 that I hit up on the way to school for the Red Bulls.

Remember when the Red Bull corporation sent you that thank you for paying for their CEO's children's college tuitions?

Not offhand. But if you'd like, I could sit up wide awake for the next 3 nights thinking about it.

I loves me some Red Bull.

B.a.D

Oh, hey, before I go... Mizzle, I wish you we're here this week. Instead of me.

E-Mail: handovertheredbullandnobodygetscapped@hotmail.com