i don't know what's worse: the fact the my dad calls rick fox "rix fock" or the fact that i have a zit on my back and one in the middle of my forehead. i'm leaning more toward the latter.

so my brother dropped by my work today and he was harassed by my coworkers who wanted to get some juicy stuff about me out of him.

kathie: so are the two of you very close?
my bro: no. i hate her.
kathie: so what's she like at home because over here she's so quiet and keeps to herself.
my bro: ...

okaaaaaaaay, so that was unproductive. he wasn't being a dick, he was just giving them a hard time. meanwhile, i'm laughing my ass off behind my desk b/c he just wasn't cooperating. it must drive them crazy to not know much about my personal life.

ugh! damn this zit!