look right.

2002: the height of *NSYNC's POPularity, my gal pal and I forked over $75 for tickets and $50 for hot new outfits to wear the night of the show.

Since that night, I have had to listen to her tell everyone the story of me scooping her off of the floor as Lance sang directly to her.

I am revelling in the realizationgthat he was in fact singing to the person on her immediate right: me.

Thanks Lance.

four-thirty a.m.

That is the time that I wake up.

Sans alarm.

Sans reason.

Sleep seems to be finding me in four hour incriments these days.

The good news : I'm remembering my dreams. That means more fodder for writing.

Well... the dreams and Project Runway 3. Can you believe they bought Robert's excuse for an outfit!?

i love my people.

As seen at Bufflalo Pride 'o6:

(thanks for the pic timmy!)

a nod to independence.

Independence Day (A. DiFranco)

we drove the car to the top of the parking ramp
on the 4th of july
we sat out on the hood with a couple of warm beers and watched the fireworks
explode in the sky
and there was an exodus of birds from the trees
but they didnt know, we were only pretending
and the people all looked up and looked pleased
and the birds flew around like the whole world was ending
and i don't think war is noble
and i don't like to think that love is like war
but i got a big hot cherry bomb, and i want to slip it through the mail slot
of your front door

you can't leave me here
i've got your back now
you'd better have mine
cause you say the coast is clear
but you say that all the time

so many sheep i quit counting
sleepless and embarrassed about the way that i feel
trying to make mole hills out of mountains
building base camp at the bottom of a really big deal
and did i tell you how i stopped eating?
when you stopped calling me
and i was cramped up shitting rivers for weeks
and pretending that i was finally free

and you can't leave me here
now that your back
you'd better stay this time
cause you say the coast is clear
but you say that all the time

we drove the car to the top of the parking ramp,
on the 4th of july
and i planted my dusty boots on the bumper and sat out on the hood,
and looked up at the sky

Nothing really to do with the fourth, Ani is just a master of metaphor.

brits do it with their boss.

In an attempt to provide management skill improvement to agency managers and supervisors, my agency routinely distributes a series of newsletters. The following is from a bi-weekly Clement Communications Inc. publication titled "Supervisors Guide to Employment Practices":

Most Brits Would Sleep With Boss
Most employees in Great Britain would be quite happy to sleep with their boss to get ahead, according to a recent poll. Fifty-one percent of the 2,439 employees surveyed by the law firm Peninsula said that if promotion depended on sleeping with their boss, they would agree to the indecent proposal rather than report their boss. Two-thirds admitted to having had an affair at work, but the majority admitted that the relationships didn't work out.

On their website, Clement states that the intent of their newsletter is to help prevent employee relations problems - so your company can stay out of court and preserve it's good reputation.

Uh....

This article sounds more like an advertisement for abuse of power, especially considering that upon most of my bi-weekly read throughs of the rag I toss it into the waste basket thinking " I can't believe that there are idiots in management that think it's okay to fire a guy because he had been acquitted of a murder charge six years ago. Call me old fashion, but whatever happened to waiting for the dude to made a minor policy breach and then beginning the paper trail of suspensions and warnings before you can his ass."

Less important, do Britians find "Brit" derogatory? I'm honestly unsure of this point. Either way, this isn't The Post. Shouldn't a certain amount of tact be practiced when choosing headlines?

I may not be a statistician, but since when is 1,218 employed British people a "most"? It just doesn't seem like a valid conclusion; that's not even taking into account that it was interpolated that most British would actually be happy to bed their superior. I may be spinning this to suit my needs, but sleeping around to get ahead does necessarily mean that you're happy about it.

And what about this Peninsular law firm -- what the hell is going on there? Aren't there wills to be drafted; Criminals to be acquitted? One thing is for sure: I would like to be a boss in that outfit.