Some random facts:

I don't like being ultrasounded. My rescue group pushed back the next
speuterfest to Nov or Dec. The head of security at Eviljob is very
charming and cute. After my ultrasound, i stopped by home to bathe
all the ultrasound goo off, and fell asleep and was therefore late to
Eviljob, but i had a dream so real that i actually googled the name of
the band we were promoting in my dream. In case you are concerned,
there actually is no band named Jamahoney (or Jam Mahoney, for that
matter), and they have no smash single off their latest album, and
that non-smash single is quite definitely not titled 'Beef'. And no, i
don't have the first clue where that came from. in my dream, i
thought their name brought to mind skunk anansie too much, and that
they sounded too much like some old group (and before i woke up, i had
just remembered who, but i forgot), but then again, i was sleeping
with one of the on-air talent-type, some girl whose shtick was to wear
this butterfly mask thingy that i thought was way over-done, but all
the kids loved her, so what do i know? I certainly didn't have a hit
single called 'Beef', eh? So i raced into Eviljob, and found that i
had been flooded with crap over a recent change...grr. And if one more
person assumes i think Ellen DeGeneres' hairdresser's gerbil's
cousin's best friend's aunt's old army buddy from 'Nam should get that
fucking dog back just 'cos i rescue animals but i hate bunny-hugging
petards and limousine liberals, so that somehow means that i am
anti-rescue group on this one so they forward to me ONE MORE idiotic
'article' (snort), i am not going to be responsible for what i do.
Bwaah! I should have never watched Idiocracy; this shit all seems so
OMINOUS now. Rilly.