i'm ridin' high off of somethin'
could be the coffee, could be that the misfits are screaming "attitude" in my head loud enough to tempt me to reserve a conference room in the building for "DameRight's Slam Dancing hour" so that I can bang against the walls and sing at the top of my lungs, could be the pic of me on the mag website (apparently i look really hot waiting in line for an iPhone), could be that i caused one of my favorite comic/blogs/thingies to be nominated on said mag website which seems to have confused
the hell outta the nice boy who draws it.
or it could be the way my morning started. a brief recap: