"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell"

My evaluation actually went really well. In fact, the only thing that was addressed as a "needs improvement" is my hours, which were acknowledged wasn't my responsibility to generate. Everything else was highly complimentary. If there's one thing I love, it's praise.

Someone just sent me a link to my site as translated to cockney. Rather humorous to read myself like that - in addition to Redneck, Swedish Chef, etc. http://www.rinkworks.com/dialect/dialectp.cgi?dialect=cockney&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.texasonmymind.blogspot.com.

My mp3 player is in love with Bob Marley, Riot Squad and a Kansas City Jazz from the 1920s cd. It has literally thousands of songs, maybe 20 of which are Bob Marley and I swear I've heard almost all of them today on the ride home. Same goes for the other two.

The random last ten (wow that is random):

1. Liza and Louise - Punk O'Rama - NOFX (With a flick of the tongue)

2. Pale September - Tidal - Fiona Apple (And all my armor falling down, in a pile at my feet)

3. Bad Bad Whiskey - 20 Best of Blues - Amos Milbourne (Bad Bad Whiskey made me lose my happy home)

4. Like a Parasite - Hopelessly Devoted to You, Volume 2 - The Queers (Like a parasite, I want to crawl all over you)

5. Disappearing Boy - 1,039 Smoothed Out Slappy Hour - Green Day (Don't say my thoughts are not for real)

6. Oh Bondage (Up Yours) - Punk You Volume 1 - X-Ray Spex (Bind me, tie me, chain me to the wall)

7. All Shook Up - Elvis 30 # 1 Hits - Elvis Presley (I'm proud to say that she's my buttercup)

8. The Devil Went Down to Georgia - The Charlie Daniels Band (I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul, 'cause I think I'm better than you)

9. Blister in the Sun - Violent Femmes (I'm high as a kite, I just might, stop to check you out)

10. Son of a Preacher Man - Pulp Fiction - Dusty Springfield (The look that was in his eyes - Stealin' kisses from me on the sly)

And to the lady who heard me singing in the grocery store. I'm really sorry. I didn't realize that I was singing out loud. I guess she's not a fan of Pansy Division. Eh. I don't really want to be a slut.