Happy Birthday Jesus!

I have a lot of thoughts I'd like to share with the world. For instance, do you like my new layout? I'll be adding sections for the music and writings and photos later... I think I'm going to build them with blogger blogs because it's easy to add stuff to them, and I just don't have the time and energy to update HTML all day.

So what's new... well, my new life (see post below) is keeping me busy for many hours every day, which is good. I really enjoy my work. I'd tell you more, but then I'd have to kill you. Seriously. The confidentiality level at the company is basically super-secret because we work on active litigation, so it would violate the lawyer-client relationship, and I don't want to do that. Also, if I get fired, I'll have to go back to work doing database programming, which I can't get enough of not doing.

What else. Well, it's the holidays, so we must all wish Jesus a happy birthday, and celebrate whatever it is the Jews and other non-Christians celebrate this time of year. Oh wait, all the other holidays just happen to coincide in timing with Christmas so we can go out into the world and buy crap nobody actually needs. I think we've spent a pretty penny and I don't know if anyone is going to like what we got for them. That's OK though, because it's not even about what religion you choose to be, or how you spend time with your friends and families, but how many dollars worth you love each person on your list. I love you $39.78 worth, but I love this other guy $46.30 worth. You're like $7 less loved! hahahahha! Suckers.

So what else... we're having a killer new year's party. It's put on by the party monkey. I'm sure I'll have pictures to share with everyone soon.

And in other news. I can't get over just how rude people on the bus are. This old guy got on, and none of the strapping young people in the front would get up to let him sit down. They just pretended they didn't notice him. This made us mad, so we openly criticized them (read: called them assholes). Eventually some bitch got up and the guy sat down, but shit man.

I'm tired of writing. I'll write more tomorrow when I'm bored at work or something, as if that ever happens.