BENICIO DEL TORO! BENICIO DEL TORO! AYUDAME POR FAVOR!! BENICIO DEL TORO!

BENICIO DEL TORO! BENICIO DEL TORO! MI CORAZ�N ES MUERTO CON AMOR! BENICIO DEL TORO!

BENICIO DEL TORO! BENICIO DEL TORO! DESEO SU CUERPO CALIENTE PRESIONADO CONTRA EL MIO!

BENIIIIIIIIIIICIO DEL TOROOOOOOOO!!! TE AAAAAMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOO!!

mmm. it just thinking about BdT makes me very happy.

he's...rough.

in other news:

i think i witnessed a motorcycle chp lose his noonoos this morning.

seriously.

so, i'm driving down the 24 towards work, and everything's going pretty smoothly. traffic's not great, but it's not real bad either. then we start to slow down as we approach the tunnel, which wasn't all that alarming because people tend to slow to an almost-stop right before the caldecott for no apparent reason.

today, though, was absolutely spectacular fucking midgets on unicycles weird because i look up ahead and there is a lone motorcycle chp driving back and forth on the freeway in long lazy figure eights in front of hundreds of cars that have slowed to a crawl in a kind of morning traffic motorcade.

we drove like that for like...a mile? i don't know, it was too surreal. i have a feeling everyone else felt the same way, because everyone just followed the madman along...there was really nothing else we could do, since there were no offramps, and the tunnel goes through a huge mountain, afterall.

perhaps he watched too much figure skating, because that's what his big figure eights reminded me of, an ice skater on a big black, five-laned frozen pond.

and then, after a mile or so of this, he just drove to the side of the road and waved us on.

there was no accident or anything.

he just wanted to exert power i guess? does anyone know why a chp might do this?

it was so strange, i just kind of laughed, and then flipped him the bird.

also, in comparison to monday night's fantastic sleep, last night's sleep SUCKED. i didn't have any good sex dreams,my dreams were so nothing i barely remember them period, the masturbation sesh before i fell asleep was totally weak, and i woke up with my right hip aching for absolutely no good reason.

and i woke up totally late, though i got here on time.

i couldn't get my morning cup of hot chocolate! weak!!!! and brutal!

i want to have lunch, but i don't know what to get. also, i don't feel much like going anywhere. i feel like crawling underneath my desk and just going to sleep. not in a sad or eem way, though, just in an i'm fucking exhausted way.

i wonder if i have been here long enough to get a new footrest.

i'm wearing one of my pro silk shirts, and the collar is acting all weird. i seriously seriously hate having to dress pro. it's such a waste of time, money and comfort. i'm not even working with the public. yet, i have to look pro. there is no justice in this world.

i can't believe how soon it is until i move to iowa. THIS IS SOME BIG FREAKY THING, YOU KNOW.

iowa.

seriously.

weakest entry ever.

look, i'm a romantic.