we're all not grown-ups here

i went out on a DATE last night. that's right, motherfuckers, an actual real date with an actual real person. who has a JOB. he's also german and owns only one movie (the big lebowski, and let me tell you, he can do a mean nihilist impression, what with the accent and all). and we went to a real grown-up place for dinner. it was a good dinner.

moving on up.

meanwhile, back at the workstation, i have to write a fake budget for a real proposal.

and i'm back down again.