interpol | evil

i'm anxious. on the verge of something big, different. change.

my days are spent organizing someone else's calendar. shuffling papers, organizing, labeling. taking notes. meetings. agendas. project management stuff.

spring fever has hit me here in seattle. yeah, i know, it's almost summer and whatnot, but goddamnit there are some nice ladies out and about. i can't help but love the nice little toes and ankles and legs and booties and tummies and boobies and arms and fingers and necks of the ladies.

i wonder if i'm ready to date again. probably not, but i wonder. jeff beebe would say no. and he's always right. except when he's wrong.