Devil's Haircut.

They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They did the mash
It caught on in a flash
They did the mash
They did the monster mash .

No holiday is complete without a playlist. Here's mine:

Tootsie Roll - Quad City DJ's
Get Ur Freak On - Missy Elliot
Firestarte - The Prodigy
Everybody (Backstreet's Back) - Backstreet Boys
Creep - TLC
Bad Moon Rising - Creedence Clearwater Revival
In the Midnight Hour - Wilson Pickett
Help! - The Beatles
Candy - Foxy Brown
Maneater - Nelly Furtado
Danger Zone - Gwen Stefani
Rock Lobster - B 52's
I'm Your Boogie Man - KC & The Sunshine Band
Come With Me - P. Diddy
Time Warp - Rocky Horror
Ghostbusters - Ray Parker Junior
Poison - Bell Biv DeVoe
Do You Believe in Magic - The Lovin Spoonful
Thriller - Michael Jackson
Lump - Presidents of the USA
Toxic - Britney Spears
Men In Black - Will Smith
Witch Doctor - Sha Na Na
Superstition - Stevie Wonder
Les Zombis Et Les Loups - Garous - Raffi
Abracadabra - Sugar Ray
Devils Haircut - Beck
Living In Danger - Ace Of Base
Monster Mash - Bobby "Boris" Pickett
The Thunder Rolls - Garth Brooks
Spiderwebs - No Doubt
Maneater - Dartmouth Aires
Black Water - The Doobie Brothers
Bawitdaba - Kid Rock
Frozen - Madonna
Addams Groove - MC Hammer
Disturbia - Rihanna
Somebody's Watching Me - Rockwell
Monster Mack - Sir Mix Alot
Mr. Roboto - Styx
Pirate Bones - Natasha Bedingfield
Candyman - Sammy Davis Jr.
Insane In the Membrane - Cypress Hill
Sunglasses At Night - Corey Hart
The Purple People Eater - Sheb Wooley
Love Potion No. 9 - The Searchers
Intergalactic - Beastie Boys

Chop Me Up.

I won't see you `till Christmas
I breathe coal dust, I get blisters
But the foreman he don't worry
He say work boy there's no hurry
Don't that big red sun
Look a lot like fire
When you come out of the ground
After forty eight hours

Going down down down down down
Going down in Durban deep
Going down down down down down
There's no mercy in my sleep
I just hear that drill and hammer
I feel the killing heat
Going two miles down to the heart
Of Durban deep.

I get two cold sores a year. That's it. Two. Per Year.

So why now? Why this time?

And why is it the worst I've ever had?

I hate my face.

I'm Still Standing.

Barely.

Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you're afraid of shit.

You know I got it
If you want to come get it stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey.

Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don't worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air.

You know I got it
If you want to come get it stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey.

Shake shake shake your money maker
Like you were shakin it for some paper.


I've worked every day since Saturday October 4th. Every day. Really. Every. Day. Is that even legal?

So when I finally gave in and suggested that 50 hours a week was just a bit too much.

They took one hour off.

And how did I spend that hour? Exhausted, thinking how much I want to tell them to take their job and eat it. I'm going to Starbucks.

There must be some hidden law that when you ask for extra hours and are actually willing to work overtime they won't give it to you but when you would rather not sell your soul to their corporation they give you an hour.

Seriously? An hour? Does that even make sense in your head?

I should have spent that hour planning my escape route.