DAILY DOSE: "Oh Snap! Oh Snap!"

Okay, ever write an incredibly great FRLG post, making sure to put supreme loads of tender, loving care into it because it's your first big post back, only to have it disintegrate somewhere in cyberspace?

nope? Well, it sucks. So yeah, that's why there was no post yesterday, somewhere between hitting "send" on GMAIL and my FRLG post actually, you know, posting on blogspot, it vanished. poof. gone. Like Kaiser Sose.

Frak.

Anywho, I guess I'll just say some quick things about the weekend, then skitter along-- there's not been much time today, because I was busy kind of losing an argument in Greensburg. I didn't really lose, per se. I just basically got my middle-case scenario. It wasn't the best case scenario, but then again, I can't fly to the house of my incredibly gorgeous swedish twin fight attendant girlfriends' house, either. Know what I mean? I kind of knew that the best case scenario was a pipe dream.

Man, the attorney-client-priveldge makes blogging about my job really difficult. And nonsensical.

Okay- the weekend? Tonight is a little happy hourage with some lawyers, then probably so out-and-aboutness. Though I'll admit, i'm exhausted. This week has officially begun my three-month megapush to make my hours by the end of the year, and I'm already hitting a wall. Oh well, at least there's only two more days left in the workweek after today.

Tomorrow is chalk-full of excitment. There's the PSU/YSU game, so hopefully we'll kick some Penguin ass. Then there's Gooder's Goodbye Dinner with the fam, and his new semi-significant other. Apparently she's young. And apparently he's living the dream. My hero. Late night will mark the first party at Swann and Beth's house (i guess i'll have to catch you up on those loverly ladies sometime later) which should include much imbibement, and maybe even some Shaky-Shaky. The awesomeness is tangible. 

On Sunday, a Stillers off day means that I head to work. I hope that it's not as hot here as last week.

Okay, i know that's one weak-ass post, but whatever. I'm still getting into the swing of things.

Now, everyone leave me alone, and go watch some highlights of that guy Slayton from WVU. He's un-fraking-credible. Unfortunately, I bet Ron $20 bucks that Adrian Peterson (OU) would win the Heisman. Ron took Slayton. Dammit.

Until next time, be good to each other.
-apk

Song of the Day:
"London Bridge"
Fergie

So sue me, I dig this song.  There are certainly worse dance songs out there than this little beat-heavy piece of rambunctiousness (I'm looking at YOU, Timberlake!) IT's catchy as all get out, and Fergie has phe-nomenal, count-chocula, a-rugula, legs. Seriously. Like, ...on levels.  Anyway, can someone please tell me what her "London Bridge" refers to? I grew up in the country, and I'm a lameass lawyer, now.

Link of the Day:
Holy CRAP!!! Ashlee Simpson is hot. No, seriously, I really find myself far more attracted to her than her sister these days. I can't explain it, either. I think God's just using me for laughs again...