Attention all:

Last night kicked off the official celebration for Rich's birthday!  You have till Sunday Feb 11th to basically indulge in any debauchery or decadence guilt free.  So, enjoy.  Remember, presents are due in by the 8th.   Be safe, but not too safe.

I saw a guy at my gym wearing a shirt which read, Sorry, I only date blondes.  So, I asked him out.  Oh!
Well not really, but I did have words with yet another muscle-head the other night.   I can't help it.  There's just something about guidos that makes me confrontational.    It's only a matter of time before I either A) catch a beating, or B) get banned from NY Sports Club.   Que sera.  

Did anyone notice that Hillary Clinton has a mullet?  Just wondering.

My foot hurts for some reason.  Strange.

Netflix and I are totally not getting along right now.  You guys are on thin ice, thin fucking ice.

If I'm ever CEO of a company, I will make this rule- if someone at work gets you sick, you get to use their sick days.  Everyone around me is coughing all over the place.  If I get sick, we are going to have a problem.

People who use a picture of themselves and their boyfriend/girlfriend as their default pic (unless it is creative/clever) are lame.  Sorry, don't shoot the messenger.  That's just what people are saying.

I want to get married so I can get a tax break.  So, if anyone wants to propose....

Nope, I don't care who wins the Superbowl.    Nope, I won't even be watching.   I should be allowed to skip work on Monday, since most of the day will consist of people talking about the quote unquote big game.  

Next week, work field trip to see Evil Dead the Musical before it closes possibly.  They have a splatter section where supposedly you get blood and stuff splashed on you.  Cool!

Anyway,
enjoy your day