Ocean City, MD

I'm heading out for a few days, folks. This little trip and a certain National Holiday couldn't have come at a better time: I almost punched my boss in the throat today.

Okay, so I didn't almost do anything. But I wanted to. Bitch deserved it.

Right, so here's hoping that I don't get too burnt, hungover, into any fights (I'm not naming names, Stu), or tattoos (like last time):

Fine, it's henna. Shut up.
We all know I'm way too much of a wuss for the real thing.