kickin like chicken

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sound like me? sorta does, actually. never realized how chatty i am with... myself.

good balance day. lots of busy stuff at work, left at a decent hour to meet up with sherry and the boys at TBB, then back home by 9 for more worky stuff and i'm in bed by 11:19, blogging. the only thing missing was my yoga goal but i'll handle that tomorrow.

i think i pissed the pseudo-singaporean off today by calling his ass out in a meeting in front of our boss. i didn't even do anything off-color; just clearly delineated my stance and his (not necessarily in opposition in my eyes, but he saw differently) and guess who won. thank you. it wasn't even a competition, and i don't even roll like that, but start trying to back my ass into a corner and make me look stupid eventually leads to confrontation. i suppose. i don't like to start shit at work and i like to think i'm generally cooperative, but damn. this fool's tried some really classic power-trip chain-yanking on me, just like the movies. it's funny. as in ha ha. whatever.

so our friend gregor's assistant at the bar is this chick with some bodacious ta tas, i think i've brought her name up before. she's got some striking cheekbones and long hair and these boobs pushed up to her throat, plus she usually sports really plunging necklines and tight-ass clothes. i don't blame all the dudes for staring; in fact, i'm probably worse than they are because i know what actually goes into pushing the girls up day in and day out (ouch). i think it's gotten to the point where i just say hi and have a brief conversation with her boobs. i clearly bade them goodbye tonight. wtf? i'm being such a pervert; but really, they're unstoppable. you can't NOT stare. and i see them probably 3 times a week! jason and trev's friend scott swung through for happy hour and when she walked by not only did the whole table get whiplash (most of whom see her with me about three times a week) but i think scott nearly fell out of his chair. she's that type of girl.

sherry and i split a burrito tonight and i have to say it wasn't half bad. the "carnitas" were significantly better than the boiled meat at nyc deli, altho i ain't talkin shit because they make me happy usually twice a week. i'm just sayin...

last night was interesting. i should actually be drafting an article right now, some restaurant review i got pulled to write, ostensibly because i'd either write a favorable review, a well-written review, or i'm just known in the city as willing to give good reviews for free food and free cocktails all night long. but god, i'm tired. the food last night was actually some of the best japanese i've had in the city. the best, i would say, having not yet tried a couple of major destinations. we had some really good fish, tho. and the other courses (6 en totale) were pretty damn good. then we proceeded to the dessert parlor and had 5 desserts. literally. and a few desserty cocktails. i was not complaining.

anyways. i'm passing out. love love love. and for you bitches out there trekking in patagonia while i'm breathing toxic fumes and eating shite - free will notwithstanding - just know that i wish i was you right now. tired as hell.