From Underneath My Poofed Hair
I'm just going to "Let the Feeling Flow" like Peabo Bryson. *Where the hell is Peabo Bryson anyway?* Okay, I'm at my desk eating some nachos right. For some reason, eating nachos makes me think. Chicken does too, but that's for later on. Ralph totally packed my a lunch for work today because he got tired of me coming home with a "buried n-word you need to eat" headache. What are the chances of my workgroup doing a United Way drive with nachos, pina coladas, and daquiris? *They are virgin. These would taste better, however, with some 93 octane* So, it's 9/11/07, the six year anniversary. I honestly had a moment of silence this morning. I also had a flashback to what I was doing the day the Towers fell. I was returning to Richardson Towers after a drunken night out with some of my U of M crew. What does that mean??? *That means I've been a lush for over six damn years.* Seriously though, I look at how things have changed from then to now. I don...