And before that...

Today i am going to write in RHYMES because i am a RAP STAR!

ok.

today is my sister's birthday, which is rad. she is thurty but she's not sad. my sister is five years older than me, she gave me good music when i was little and had bad taste. ee.

ok i am not a rap star.

but it IS my sister's birthday and she's my hero. I always had big crushes on her boyfriends and I wanted to be her sooooo bad. She taught be all about good music and bought me Cure and Shriekback records for christmas when i was like, 11. She hooked me up, yo. You should thank her by wishing her a happy birthday.

today i am y2k testing and it occurred to me: it's been so long that i've had this code and so much has gone wrong with it that it's getting to the point where i think i'm -afraid- to clear it. I think this is the plight of the test engineer, in general, but i think it's amplified right now for me because there's such a stigma attached to y2k, and because it feels like all the important middle aged white male sr mgmt eyes are looking on right now. It's like, i'm in a position right now to be basically saying that stuff is working but i'm SO scared to do so. And it's not even like anyone's gonna hold it against me cause all they want is to do a slow partial rollout but i'm so new here, i'm still getting used to all this shit and i really only kinda surfacially understand the processes and code that i'm testing so i'm just.. waiting for the anvil to fall and them to be like "um, maybe you could answer phones or uh, clean the toilets instead, little girl."

right?

this weekend sucked cause i ended up hurting someone i liked and i felt like i couldn't help it and it was bad. I feel like a walking bag of feces. With like warts on its little feces-sculpted face. Barfay. That's french for barfy. You knew that.

bye.