Again? Really?

 What. The. Fuck.

Most everyone can go their entire lives without this happening to them, but I get to experience it TWICE?!?!  Guess what just happened to me?  No, seriously, go on, guess.  I’ll wait.

If you’re guessing that Raoul called and told me that he was conducting a fire drill and I had to evacuate the building immediately, you’re wrong.  Todd called and told me he was conducting a fire drill and I had to evacuate the building immediately. 

Todd is apparently as humorless as Raoul because he really did not appreciate my response of “you’ve got to fucking well be kidding me”.  Honestly, was there any other response that would have been appropriate here?  I think not.  I am, however, beginning to think that they IT department reads my blog and shows their displeasure by crashing my server, getting me electrocuted and calling me to “evacuate the building immediately”. 

I have yet to get an answer as to why the IT department is responsible for fire drills because that just seems odd to me.  Then again so does Fire Drill  by Phone, but what the hell do I know?

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I’m suffering from a serious lack of anything decent to read.  It seems like every time I go into a book store everything I find there is crap, chick-lit, self-improvement bullshit, i love jesus books or something that either has been or should be on the Oprah book club list.  None of these things appeal to me, so I’m hoping one of you wonderful people in internet land have some suggestions for me, because I get very, very grumpy when I don’t have anything to read.

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Is it just me or has my life become incredibly boreing lately?  If the IT department didn’t do something totally batshit crazy every now and again I’d have nothing to blog about.  Something must be done about this because not only has my blog gone to shit, I’m completely bored with my own presence.  I’m not a boring person, it just seems like I’m in a bit of a slump lately.  I’m not sure what I’m going to do to remedy this, but I have to think of something because I kind of suck lately.

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DAMN YOU RED LIGHT CAMERAS!!!  Not only did you give me a $75 ticket, you’ve managed to record for prosperity exactly how filthy my car is .  I hate you and I hope that a drunken idiot in an F150 totally plows into you this weekend.  Note to any drunken idiots in F150’s – the camera in question is at the Travis/Webster intersection of downtown Houston.  Now go!!! 

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I have an extremely unhealthy obsession.  I am completely addicted to reality television shows about really, really fat people.  We’re talking the ones who are so fat they can’t walk anymore and have to live in whatever the fat people’s equilivant of the old folks home is.  It’s even better if I’m sitting on the couch while eating ice cream whilst watching the fatties.  This is so wrong on so many levels, I can’t even begin to explain it, nor am I completely sure why I’m obsessed with watching fat people on television.  The only way I can kind of explain it is to liken it to a car crash.  You don’t want to watch…you’re completely repulsed by the whole thing….but you just. can’t. stop. looking.