magical ace

i feel like the apocalypse is right around the corner.

mike tyson might start boxing against women...there is just so much to say about this. i mean, not that i don't have faith that a woman could be a great boxer who could clean his clock. but he shouldnt be allowed to fight anybody. the man is an ANIMAL.
speaking of great female boxers, one of my coworkers is a boxer--andrea, i think YOU would be a great boxer, btw--and after i talked to her all i could think about was the most recent episode of The Office where pam tells the story of Million Dollar Baby in the grief group.

for the past week every time i pull into the ace parking lot there is a man standing in a parking space opposite where i park and he's under a tree facing the chain link fence barrier and smoking a cigar and screwing around with his PDA. every day. maybe it's his happy place. after 6pm it becomes the happy place of a few homeless men, so who knows about the magical properties of the ace parking lot. frankly, i just find it kind of bizarre.

i love american donuts. i love them so much. and i hate them. why cannot donuts be healthy?

i'd like to thank one of my authors for transposing the word form when she wants to use the word from because it requires me to be on my tiptoes and unable to use spell check and i enjoy that about her.

I've been so ridiculously busy with work and school lately that when i read something for an assignment and i don't understand it the first time i read it i just want to fling the reading across the room and burn it. i'm like "i do not have time to not understand this!" but apparently i am supposed to be happy that i am learning a subject that takes training and practice and is not readily discernible by lay people. thus sayeth my professor. to which i sayeth, "heinous"