giggles.

i'm surrounded by giggles. not laughter, but giggles. giggles about absolutely nothing other than just that nervous reaction to trying to fit in. but it's gone beyond the trying to fit in stage. the giggles have continued and seem to be hiting new levels. it's not just one person (although one person's giggle annoys me more than i can state) it a choir of giggles.

i can't believe how popular i've become.

it's true. i'm really really popular.

i'm thankful the jutebox reflects the changes taking place in me. while on phone calls to china discussing getting even cheaper deals, i have house music blasting as my back up singers. as this is going on i usually unbutton my shirt to expose chest hair and put my sunglasses on. it's our policy. we have a jute box at work. everyone can contribute. it's very democratic. a little bit of New Order. than some diana Crawl (like spelling her name that way). mixed in with sets of the newest of house music. standard classics. the two step. the 3 step. the 3.5 step. the -2 step for those in wheelchairs. we have everything. we have all of sting, i always appreciate that no one talks during his more somber pieces about gold in fields and wind blowing. people show respect... and that is good. if you speak during a slow song by George Michael its like slapping baby jesus.

so here i am

i have this thought that writing to this blog is a waste of time. it doesn't make money, i think i get more raised eyebrows of concern and distrust by writing these. no one will ever lend me money or place bets on me like at horse races. i feel as if i have disguise myself with those fake glasses and nose kits we saw as kids while writing here. the puffy eyesbrows make it even better. i even sometimes even wear the wigs british lawyers wear during court cases. with that combination of disguises, i feel secure. or do i?