i have returned

so i have free time today....it's amazing, you don't have to tell me. actually, today i have to clean up my office and try as much as possible to not make it look like new orleans after....too soon? i'll stop there.

anyway, i have a box. it's empty. soon it will be filled with lots and lots of paper that will never get looked at again but it must be saved. can't not save it otherwise we might perish as a people and that is too much pressure to put on my firm.

so some people have asked me if we are preparing for a trial or at trial or something. for those that don't know the inner workings of a lawfirm, if i was preparing for a trial, i wouldn't be allowed to leave at midnight. and those few moments i would get about once every four hours to check my email wouldn't happen either. and to tell the truth, the trial in this case is 17 months away as of right now....pretty sad right? that means that stuff like this is going to happen to me for the next 15 months and then trial prep starts..unless, like 99% of all civil matters, the case is settled...which is what people in law firms pray for on a nightly basis.

so enough with the boring stuff, let's talk about midgets and stripper poles. not a good combination, unless you live in a midget house and have a midget stripper pole. otherwise, the sheer size difference is intimidating and nothing is erotic about a midget being dwarfed by a house....wow, i worked midget and dwarf into one sentence but yet it couldn't have gotten anymore offensive.

you might have noticed at this point that this post is longer than a lot of the last ones and there are no pictures. well, i was told i needed to factor in people read this to kill time and a few short ones every few days just doesn't cut it. i will go further and say that my pictures are lacking, except for that "you're a homo" picture because that thing is absolute gold.

so if you have any good picure databases for me to search, shotaholler to qplive@gmail.com so that the inbox has something other than the "welcome to gmail! love, the gmail team"

why does every account set up end in "the gmail team" or "the youtube team" or "the gashfestonyourgash team"? what ever happened to personalized replies from internet personell. don't you want to know who you are corresponding to? or don't you hate those "this is a one time automated response that you can't respond to"

if they are going so unpersonal (is that a word?) why not just write, "don't respond, no one checks this" or "fuck off fucky"

ya heard?