Im on to you, Gatorade.

I was actually very efficient at work this month. I billed an average of 7 hrs per day, brought the firm in a big schwack of cash, and, accordingly, made a really big bonus this month. The sad part is Im way behind on blogging, reading other blogs, enjoying internet cartoons, and learning mindless celebrity gossip.

Im still torn on whether August will be a happy-slack month, or an efficient-boring month.

Huh. Am I the only one who gets that Natalie Imbruglia song in their head when they write or say 'torn'? What ever happened to her, anyways? Didnt she marry the guy from Silverchair? Man oh man, I told ya I was behind in celebrity gossip. i dont even know who Lindsay Lohan is fucking this week.

Here's an observation: It has become increasingly more difficult to open Gatorade bottles. Now here's my conspiracy theory: Gatorade makes it increasingly harder to open the bottle-- making people who drink it hit the gym more because they feel like a puny girlie man who cant even open a sports drink. While at the gym, these people get thirsty and grab a-- yes, you got it-- a gatorade, thus increasing gatorade product sales. Personally, I drink gatorade cuz the flavours remind me of Mr. Freeze freezies I used to eat when I was a kid.

Jer and I went camping this weekend. I think i still smell like a campfire.

Before I forget-- Happy belated b-day to Itchy. I didnt forget, I actually tried to send you an e card-- it had chickens and cows square dancing-- but for some reason it came back to me as 'not received'. So I dont know who was asleep at the switch on that one... but it was pretty dang funny. Still hope it was a good time, notwithstanding the lack of cow and chickens dancing.

Im not sure if my contacts are in the wrong eyes today or if Im somehow stoned. Cuz everything is really blurry and i havent been able to write or type anything today and have it make sense. So if there are a shitload of typos in this post today thats why.