So, today is Tuesday, which means it's the best day of my week.

Why?

Because I can finally figure out What the hell is going on in this week's episode of NCIS.

Yes, it bothers me that much. And the show has been removed from all spoiler sites, which is slowly killing my soul. The thing is, I'd watch it anyway, but I can't wait to know what happened! It's the one show I never miss, and not just because I want to see Michael Weatherly without a shirt on holding a gun. Because that would be shallow.

Moving on.

I'm in the market for some new writing gigs and that seems to be taking up a majority of my online time, which sucks balls. That, and I'm kicking around the idea of a screen play.

No, I've never written one.

No, I have no idea what I'm doing.

No, it wasn't my idea.

Yes, I think I can pull it off.

I hope.

No, I don't have any titles picked out. Although I do kind of like "TweekerChick: The Movie". All 6 people who read this thing would definitely line up for that one.

I'm eternally happy that the election is over. However, now I get to listen to endless bickering about how Obama is going to take all of our guns and money. Like with the Iraq situation and the current economy, he's going to sit his black ass in the White House and say "Yep. The guns? Gotta go."

Who knows though, I've been wrong before.

Ugh. I should probably actually do work today.

More updates soon!

I'm supposed to be working but instead I decided to post here real quick.

Don't forget, election day is tomorrow. Get off your asses, leave your Mom's basement for a few minutes and vote. It is important.

Don't believe the hype, either

Halloween is my favorite holiday, ever.

And not just because of the lame excuse everyone gives. "I like it because I can dress up and be something different!" "I like it because no one judges me!".

Fuck that.

I love Halloween because it's one gigantic party, and because everyone is dressed like an idiot or a slut, they all loosen up.

This Halloween, I decided that I was going to celebrate the way the Pagans intended. By dressing like a slut and drinking myself into a coma.

I went to a dive bar with a big group of girls and had a great time.

I spent most of the night having my ass grabbed by the random hot female bartender who looks like Christina Applegate. The rest of the night was kind of a blur, fueled by a shit load of beer.

I vaguely remember making out with a pilot, a Greek, and a girl. And a pickle.

I made out. With a pickle.

And I gave him my number. Which is not something I usually do. He's called me 6 times since Halloween. I barely remember talking to him. If I was drunk enough to give a total stranger my cellphone number, there is no way in hell I'm going to remember what we talked about.

He wants to meet up sometime and hang out. Which creates a problem.

What exactly do you say to the pickle you drunkenly made out with? "Hi, you look less green and phallic today"? Only me.

Next Halloween, someone take my cell phone away.