DESPITE MY JOB, I GUESS I'M AT LEAST STILL ALIVE.

I went to the gym last night! Helps to relieve stress and makes me look better right? Some hot dudes there too. How I want and hate them at the same time. HAHA...

This week marks a glorious anniversary! EIGHT FUN-FILLED AWESOME AMAZING STUPENDOUS SUPER EXTRAORDINARY YEARS AT MY JOB! I CANNOT CONTAIN MY EXCITEMENT!!! Listen, in this economy, everyone is aware of how grateful one has to be just to even have a trabajo and steady paycheck. BUT MY JOB GOES EVEN FURTHER! MY JOB IS RIP-ROARINGLY BETTER THAN THE BEST HUGE EJACULATING SPURTING ORGASMS I HAVE EVER HAD, AND I HAVE HAD QUITE A FEW GOOD ONES I TELLS YA! I do love some of my co-workers mind you, so not all of this spiel is sarcastic; the real cool ones love me for who I am without being judgmental and engage me in some very fascinating conversations which do help the time to go by much faster. But getting back to the greatness that is my job: I love my two direct supervisors; they write in the English language much better than I do; one's a 130 year-old real Einstein from Taj Majal land, the other is a sultry sensually-voiced self-righteous super punctual middle-aged American black woman who reads her daily Christian affirmations; she always pronounces Hispanic surnames to perfection over our PA system! This fine large black woman never sneaks out of the office earlier than she should, despite what others have said/noticed! The other lovely American-born Ugly Betty lookalike Latina whom I have the utmost privilege of working with is an absolute joy; never condescending towards me and she never BARKS her orders at me. She is truly enlightened, and every day that she is there I am the luckiest young man in the world! The first three years at this job, I was there every day and was extremely punctual. The last five years, I have continued this excellent tradition, never missing a day, and always there on the dot baby! YOU KNOW IT! Thank God for Howard Stern. I know so many who say to me that Howard is overrated, but I dare say that it is Stern's show that makes me laugh out loud with gusto, and it is to him and his zany crew that I owe some of my best joyous laughs, which helps me immensely to get me up in the morning and take me through my drive to Disneyland (my job) and back. There! I could go on and on about all this terrific office cubicle joy, but I will stop now, for fear I may burst from all this gushing happiness! ¡Santo Dios y mi madre!

Listen, life is grand and horrid all rolled up into one, and now comes the hugely tragic news this week that British actress Natasha Richardson went on a simple skiing trip to Canada, somehow fell and hit her head, and within hours gets worse and is dead two days later! ARGH! Ya know, this is one shitty story. Sad. So very f*cking sad. The older I get, the more I think I'm able to cope with all this death, but I never even knew the woman, and my heart felt very heavy over this, so it's obvious I'm still not able to deal with life being robbed, most especially from such a seemingly lovely productive human being such as this. And everyone has nothing but truly nice genuine things to say about Natasha. She was married to one of my favorite quiet and consistently wonderful actors, Liam Neeson! MY GOD MAN! I LOVE LIAM! He was in one of my favorite movies ever, Schindler's List! He was also terrific in Kinsey, and he's had a slew of other great roles. I had no idea Natasha's dad Tony Richardson was a director who later came out of the closet and she nursed him till his last breath when he died of AIDS almost two decades ago. Natasha leaves behind our great Irish actor Liam and her two cute teenage sons with him, plus her thespian giants: mother Vanessa and her aunt Lynn Redgrave, and her acting sis Joely Richardson. This is one big showbiz-style family folks. Regardless, a kind pretty lady has passed away, and most out there are feeling the pain.

My good friend in Pasadena said, "I used to think Liam was hot back before he married Natasha, now she dies, and he looks nothing like he did in the past; she sucked out all his good looks, what do I want him now for?" LOLOLOL! And one very proper person commented on some webpage: "This is so sad, Natasha died way too young at 45. BTW, I hear Liam her husband has a big one." REAL CLASSY MAN! AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHH! I guess it doesn't hurt to laugh a little, even with such a crappy story.

Have a great weekend everybody. I leave you with one weird wonderful lyrically-rich old tune by the great genius gender-bending glam rock guru master, the very British and immortal, David Bowie: