roight. it's a bleedin' bee-yoo-tee-full day out there.

and off i go into the world. wish i had a convertible. then again, that would mean a short haircut for sure, cuz dis euro-hair (i love Ali) wouldn't go over too well in the office if i constantly arrived all disheveled. as it is, there is a tension filled uncomfortable detente 'twixt me and da boss that is only being upheld by the Churchill-esque obstinance of my hair goo...
gotta runzors!
ciao tutti.