The Secured, Undisclosed Bunker of My Mind

only it wasn't at all. First of all, it really should have been like Thursday or something. Honestly, I am just not in the mood lately.

I dyed my hair last night with this new dye and it turned my hair pink, but not in a good way. It also left a strange film. Yech.

While reading my morning emails I discover that the company I work for is being sold to a triumvirate of Private Investor thingies. Bush Sr. and a bunch of his bastard friends, and Mittens Romney (you don't mind if I call you that, Mittens, do you?) are going to be my new bosses. Yay! I won't just be working for "the man" I'll be working for evil incarnate. Woo fuckin' hoo!

Then, after lunch I discover that my cute little vintage dress has busted out in the ass and I have possibly been giving the office a free show all morning. Thanks for the heads-up, guys. It's old, it's cotton. Those things happen, right? Well maybe they wouldn't if my ass wasn't so fucking big. argh. No wonder I can't get a date.

It was pretty much all downhill from there, including the mind-wrenchingly dull work and the horrible traffic jam (thanks Padres, you suck!). Now I'm home and am trying to decide which coping mechanism to use, napping or drinking. Or maybe the drinking then the napping. See, I just can't decide.

Anyway, tomorrow is another fabulous Wednesday!