If I get fired, I blame it on the tryptophan

Listen, I just couldn't help myself.

I issued a loud disclaimer to everyone throughout the day.

He said no. He said absolutely not. He said it was too soon. He flat out refused me.

And I did it anyway. As soon as he had a day off, I went and played holiday music in the restaurant.

Oh yes I did.

I had to.

It's a sickness.

And here it is, 2:40am, and I am wide awake and feeling GUILTY for doing it. So much for defiance. How pathetic: my version of anarchy these days is playing holiday music too early in the season. How can something so right, feel so, so, so wrong?

I have to confess my sins. I have to take what I got coming. I have to apologize for breaking his strict edict. I am a brat. He knows this. He probably won't be surprised. But he might be mad. Plus, I only sold 3 drinks all day long. If I had sold a bunch of cocktails during my shift, I would have earned some brownie points. But as it stands, he may be less inclined to forgive because my alcohol sales sucked so badly. Alcohol sales count for something. Or nothing, when you don't have any.

So if you find me wandering the streets weeping into my apron, you'll know why.

Ochre is the new black

I thank gawd every day for Blogger, because it allows me to blog with an absolute minimum amount of effort - which definitely leads to more blogging in my case. If I had to fuck around with cutting and pasting and fiddling and fonts and color and contrast I would be a miserable person which would lead to some miserable blogging.

So when I started all of ***THIS*** (gesturing wildly around myself to signify my blogspace) I just picked a format that I liked, and the black background matched my overall personality and language (drrrrrty) plus my photo was taken on a black sand beach, so, yeah......this is *exactly* why I don't design shit, people.

ANYWAY, after reading the umpteenth comment/piece of advice/complaint on the blogosphere at large I finally broke down and got rid of the black background that apparently sucks so very hard.

And voila. Minima Ochre.

I like ochre. I can live with ochre. I may mess around with the fonts a bit, but for all intents and purposes, this here is my new look. Blogger doesn't really have a lot ot choose from, honestly, so.....yeah. Ochre. Hm.

Please, feel free to tell me what you think. Marked improvement, or marking the end of your reading pleasure? Aunt Becky and Liz, in particular - this one's for you. *mwah*

And yes, I did post twice today. And no, hell has not frozen over yet. That I know of.