And that would be... my life? Except I'm not a teller, I'm a banker. I can think of many more interesting stories than what I live daily, though. I'm typing like a retard tonight. Must be the drink. Notice how I still maintain my impeccable grammar and spelling...

Oog, yes, now I am hung over. And what the fuck am I doing up this early? Oh, yeah, I drank a lot of WATER before going to bed, thinking I'm all smart and stuff. It's amazing, though, how much less like shit I feel the mornings after over-indulging now that I quit smoking.

//and your life is the epitome of normality and/or banality (not wishing to offend a probably very normal and fulfilling life)

Nope, you pretty much summed it up right there. I actually clinched the title yesterday at work for "Lamest Person of the Year" (which is quite a feat, working with a bunch of other bankers) when my boss found out that I was going to a New Year's eve Party with (god, I'm going to lose all my cool saying this) my parents.

Then again, none of my coworkers know about my younger days being wild and crazy and punk rock, or that I have a swimming pool in my living room and that I brew beer in my basement. They've never seen any of my tattoos, and they don't know I'm a writer (or what kind of stuff I write).

Then again, they also don't know that I've seen my boss dressed up in a fairy princess costume at his second job as a bartender at a gay bar, so maybe I'm not the strangest one where I work.

My boss and I have been friends for a long time. Believe me, he has just as much on me as I have on him. That keeps either one of us from blackmailing.

or was it the free love orgy from the lamas back east?

come on we all know people dont go to gigs..........

i know how you feel trixie me too my whole body was sore and i had a sore throat from yelling too much
but i was hungover the next morning sore head! grrr

just to clear up rumours, i was actually at paihia :P