Shoot them at the matching colors

The word on the street is that if I don't stop "shit-talking" my boss on the blog, it will come back to bite me in the ass. After all, this is the internet and information flows like water... water that isn't dammed or clogged in a drain due to balls of soapy hair stuck in the drain, I suppose. Until now, I have beeb completely unaware of this and never once considered that there was any risk in... well, anything, really. Who knew?

Spent last night up at the family cottage. I wanted to go up there to have a relaxing day during which I could read. I haven't been getting nearly enough reading done lately and it's driving me insane. I suppose it's bordering on obsession when my day is spent figuring out where I'm going to go read. Which is weird because it used to be that reading was something that was done in home, in bed. And now, it's become something public and somewhat social. For me, at least. Although I'd say that my reason for feeling the need to go somewhere and read has more to do with feeling like I have a social life. After all, if you always lock yourself up in your room to read, you look boring. And, shit, it suddenly matters what other people think of me. Like I wanna be the public intellectual or something.

And I'm dirty. It's been several days since I've showered. So I think I'm going to go do that now. Balls.