::NEW RECRUIT::

So, I've unfortunately found my chip-crunching replacement... OY VEY.

::Happy. New. Year.::

WELL WISHES to everyone in this new year and decade. I'm currently sitting at work, enjoying delectable Lindt Lindor Truffles, particularly the dark and white chocolate. I'm not too fond of milk chocolate, fyi, in case any of you bought me delicious bountiful baskets of these little treasures and needed the scoop on what you SHOULD HAVE purchased instead. Sike. Not a single one of you bought me a damn thing. That's okay though.. because I returned the favor. However, I admit that one of you shared, which is how I now have the ones I'm raving over, so thank you... haha

So, we (as in I, duh...) are starting out the new year just fine at work. The long haired, loud crunching, anti-girlfriend having same hobby-porno guy is no longer sitting behind me, so I won't have to avoid enjoying my lunch hour sitting here at my desk, staring at the same thing I stare at all day long: my desk.

Also, there are some new team members who've joined. I'm happy to have these people, as they enrich my day with their little quirks and bring on new perspectives of life and work. One of my co-workers used to conduct research at Harvard, and the other is a Messianic Jew from NYC. I know the latter of the two rather well, and he's one of my favorite people here at work (I have many though, but he's a star.) Now, that I'm tired of talking about work, we will move along to another subject: Shoes.

I am the world's worst at taking care of my shoes. I'm horrible with shoes the way a two year old destroys walls with crayons. I have a million shoes and over half of them look like shit. I'm not joking either. I have a new pair of shoes and for some reason, I'm like a wrecking ball to any new pair of stilettos or flats. I don't know what it is about the way I walk, or how I move my feet around, but it's horrendous, apparently. Anyway, I was walking around the other day at Marshalls Home Goods, or whatever you call it, and I noticed -like- two pairs of shoes that I wanted, but I thought of the dread they would endure on my feet. I also didn't have $24.00 to spare on a impulse buy either, so I didn't get them. I really just need to buy cheap shoes. Expensive shoes are just not for me, even though they are more appealing and they look better. I have a pair of... well... you take a guess: $_00.00 shoes from Italy [SIKE.. I lied, -they are really from Marshalls, but they were originally from Italy... -I got a great deal on them and they are hot.... ---well, they were until I SCREWED THEM UP with my retarded feet.] Okay, I'm done talking for a while... until I feel like talking again. Peace out, homedogs.