where's the xanax?

So today's going a little better than yesterday. I've been told that my issues with our fucked-up client will be addressed. Then again, I've heard that before with nothing to come of it. We'll see. Anyway. I'm going to try and keep the bitching to a minimum on here. I shouldn't be using this medium for a bitching post, anyway. We'll see how long that lasts, as well.

On a lighter note, I have a headache and the first thing popped in my head was "I need a Vicodin." Ha. Possible addiction is funny. Luckily, I didn't bring my vic with me to work. That would be bad, right?

And on another lighter note, heard about the guy that's running for Texas state rep for House District 108 (Dallas) who used to be a super-bottom hooker? I guess this news broke last week when I was on vacation and avoided all things newsy for the sake of being on vacation. But wow. I mean, I've always thought most state reps were prostitutes, but this just takes it to the next level. You should read what some of his clients say about him. He really liked it up the pooper. Unfortunately, he more than likely won't get on the ticket now that this is out. Which is a shame, because he'd probably be more honest and try more to get stuff passed than, say, everyone else running for office. And if he were in office, we'd know exactly what he likes in the bedroom and how big his dick is. And that's what you really look for in a state rep, right? Wonkette did a great job covering this. It's slowly taking over Gawker's spot in my "most visited blogs" list.

UPDATE (11.45 a.m.): So I just saw that there's a column about Malin on the Statesman. I don't know whether to laugh hysterically or be offended or feel sorry for Malin (because of the headline, mostly). I also can't tell if the column is sarcastic or serious. That's the problem with trying to get away with sarcasm in print.