Today has already started off bad. I got on the subway and wasn't paying attention when I sat down. I sat down in a small pool of water which made it look like I had wet my pants (in a reverse manner if you get my drift). So I walked to work with my bag banging against my butt and prayed that no one with a butt fetish took the time to look down there...It made me really wish that this company had installed those hot air dryers in the bathroom. Would have made my life so much easier.

And someone explain this to me...what is the point of going to the MTV Video Music Awards if you are just going to sit downstairs in the lounge and smoke?