Okay.
Mixtape info is posted on pownce. If you don’t get it, well, something’s wrong with you. Or me. Or probably both of us. I’m pretty excited about all of this.
Other things on my mind:
1. I feel like I’m perpetually holding my breath.
2. I did finally exhale the other day after receiving tangible evidence reinforcing a disappointing blow to my ego.
3. I’m pretty sure I’m turning into an idiot savant. I’m getting really good at one thing–my job, specifically–and really bad at everything else, including simple trains of thought. I might just be turning into an idiot.
4. I just realized the other day that the phrase “love handles” has some seriously dirty connotations.
5. I’ve made a deal with myself that if I can refrain from smoking for a month, I’ll buy an LCD monitor–something I could never justify spending money on before. And even then, I’ve considered smoking about fifty times in the past three days. Oh, priorities.
6. I might have made a very important connection this morning to advance the organization I referenced in my last post. Am I excited? Hell yeah.
7. The word “actually” usually makes me laugh, as in, “Oh, that outfit actually looks really good,” as if it’s such a surprise that the outfit looks good. I also often hear, “That was actually pretty funny,” and “That’s actually not a bad idea.” Meaning: I’m not usually pretty funny and I often have bad ideas. Dismarum probably uses “actually” more than anyone I know, at least when she’s around me. I think that’s a testament either to my really bad sense of humor and/or plethora of bad ideas, or my impressive ability to constantly exceed her expectations.
8. Ben bought us Wordpress mugs! I love them! We’ll take action shots at a later date.
9. One of my coworkers stole an iPod from out of one of my other coworker’s cars last night. Whoever it was took her keys, got into her glovebox, stole the iPod and the converter, and then locked it back and replaced her keys. Talk about disheartening. I’m discouraged and it wasn’t even my iPod. Shady.
10. Happy March to you all.

That’s all.
Peace, love, and Bo Bice.