"What the hell was that?!"

Sara happy. But if it's summer out and a quick rain came in the early evening, then when it passes, you get the return of a half-light. It's no longer day, but there's a dawning after the storm.

Well... I like that, and the smell of hot asphalt as the first rain hits it.

I'm an easy boy to please. Now if I could just get Rajee to send me that damn hooker.

I really hate work right now. I hate questioning every day, why I am still there when no one else lasted. I hate going through the same shit with the requisite new set of people. I hate having so many ideas and so much experience and so many plans... and knowing every time I bring up the crappiest little idea that will keep us from looking like the completely disorganized baboons we are, it will be trodden upon, spit upon, watered down, and ignored. I hate looking the new guy's face, listening to his enthusiasm and hope and expectations, and keeping my mouth shut, even though I can write out right now, word for word, what he will be complaining about in 4 months. And what he will be arguing about in 9 months, and why he will be gone in a little over a year. But of course... I'm just a bitter old-timer. It's not like I know what's going on.

I've been picking at something on my iPod. Off and on, while I listen to music, I'm thinking of a mix tape... or soundtrack. Usually soundtracks, because I can see the people and motions that go along with them. So far, my favorite soundtrack includes, in no particular order:

Meg Lee Chin -- Bittersweet and Sour
Sleater-Kinny -- The Last Song
Pigface -- Kiss King
Bjork -- Violently Happy

yeah... that's all I can remember right now. The Pigface one is special. A song you could never find from a well known group or your favorite band, because you would be listening to them too much, instead of the music. Kiss King is just one of those song's where I pulled the Pod out of it's case and said "what the hell is this?!".