Workin' for the weekend!

Or rather, working ON the weekend. This blows. I am at my front desk job, and I am anxiously awaiting a Halloween party that is tonight. I am dressing as a Devotchtka version of Alex from A Clockwork Orange. I am missing bloody eyeball cuff decorations, suspenders, and the codpiece... but I figure since there were no girlie droogs to begin with, I have license to do whatever I want.

Speaking of doing whatever I want... A bartender on TV just told me to never do "this" (which I'm assuming is a well drink) and to do "this" which is Gray Goose. Hmmph. Fuck you bartender.

OK, so it's really cold in this frickin' office. I need to go home NOW.