I should not be allowed to have money.

I spent money. Bad me, I went to Wal-Mart looking for one CD. And I spent money.

Granted, the Pepcid AC, the Q-tips, the shampoo, razors and shaving cream, they don't really count as they're necessities, but since I also bought a small VCR, a denim jacket that has a removable faux fur liner (that is really warm and plush - and only $20!), hair color, and 3 CDs, well, yep. Bad me with the money.

Wanna know what CDs I bought though? Huh? Huh? *g*

The Very Best of Prince (mmmmm, Prince)
My Johnny Cash CD (woohoo! and by the way, his version of Danny Boy is tear inducing)

and

*drumroll*

Tom Jones Reloaded (Greatest Hits)

*facepalm*

I'm so bad. I shouldn't have, but it was only $11.88, and really, there's so much fun to be had with the mocking of "Sexbomb". Of course only after I got home did I realize that I now have two versions of "Kiss", which is entertaining.

Feel free to mock me publicly now.

My porn brain at work.

My brain is working in very evil ways.

First I keep having visions of Clark dancing by himself in the barn, singing "Sexbomb" to himself in a dorkily off-key manner.

Than I have sudden urges to write Clois.

Then a guy calls here by the name of Justin Cox and my brain hears "just in cocks". And yes, porn comes to mind first thing.

Dude. Talk about weird.

I'm all bumfuzzled. We've gone to a new vacation/personal time/sick day system in our office. This new, "progressive" system gives us a certain amount of paid time a year. You can use those days however you wish. Length of time employed here determines how many days you get. (As I will be 5 years in July, I get the 5 years amount. Damn them.)

So whereas, in the past, I'd have 7 days of sick time, 10 days of vacation (or actually, 15 for this year), and 2 days of personal time, now I get 24 days of paid time. Okay, so that logically adds up to the same amount. But think of it this way: I usually use one, maybe two sick days. My personal time is used for doctor appointments or a half day. My vacation days? I'm usually found scrambling at the end of the year, trying to figure out what days to take off so I don't lose them.

So what the hell am I supposed to do with 24 days? Huh? I thought I was being all smart and stuff when I went ahead and started scheduling this year's vacation days this morning. Ooooh, lookit me, I scheduled 7 days, and it's only January 6th! I'll take 4 after next Christmas. That's 11 out of 24. Ack!

Eeeep!!

My coworker is going to do it for me.

She's going to design my tattoo. Whee!