Are you talking to me? Are you talking to ME?!? Thanks to LJ eating comment notifications, I can't see anything except replies to my own entries. Remember when, on Glee, Brittany said she was going to be a peanut allergy for Halloween? I still want to see that costume. WHAT. Do not mock my weirditude*.* That is totes a real word. Other than smacking them in their sleep, cats do not have much in the way of lips. So how is Tigger able to howl that pathetic WUWwwwwwwwwww sound at me? Yesterday, my manager scheduled a pre-meeting meeting (famously mocked in Dilbert). Tru fax. I finally finished the California Amended Tax return for last year. My god but the instructions for that form are stunningly unhelpful. I've decided that if Charlie Sheen is not actually on drugs right now (so he says), then he must be suffering a raging manic episode. Wow. Even Cakewrecks did a feature tied to his random ravings!