I want to scream

I need a Disney trip, really bad. My job is a little nerve racking, right now. The weather is going from snow one day to the 60 degrees the next. My hair is getting more gray every day. George Bush is a moron. I miss my brother. Dating sucks (but we've already covered that.)

Okay, so now what? I don't think there is enough SoCo in the whole wide world to fix this. Nope, not even retail therapy can help. Well, a new Coach bag might make a girl smile a little. But for the most part, I am frazzled. The little peon computer geek I work with is being a complete booger. But that's really nothing new. He is always an ass.

So, this weekend, I will party. Not the drinking, smoking, kind of party. A real party. I am going to a birthday party at the "blow up jumpy" place. Yes, I will post pictures. I know it will be a fun time. Jumping around in a blow up house. Yee-effin-haw!!