sick...

some times i wish i were ten feet tall and bullet proof. i really do. or even spider man, ya know? where i could be there for people despite my 140 pound, 5'11" frame. i would have been just that yesterday. that's all i'll say about that other than i love my friends and hate to see them hurt -- physically, emotionally or otherwise.

work is fun today. we're having a pool party so there's some eye candy outside. probably got another lease although i'm not sure. i have had several people in today...

adam kelly had his crazy ass in atlanta last night. of course, i didn't know it until i saw him out last night. was a trip as always. if he had a brain, he'd be dangerous.

tom got his new suv-- a lexus rx300, i think. it's the epitome of style although slightly femine. : ) just kidding. it's black with grey leather interior. sunroof. power rear hatch. nice.

wendell is still in the hospital. they're estimating he may be able to come home on sunday... no promises. they think he has staph infection, which isn't good. he's doing well, though. i think he's getting tired of being poked and prodded. first time, ever. haha.

pride is next week. should be fun. jamie is coming up, again. i love hanging out with him. i also am trying to get joshua to take off so that he can go, too. should be a rockin' good time.

let me get back to work... more later.

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