The previous post has been removed due to it sucking.

If we can all agree that the Internet has one great failing it is that subtlety of nuance and tone are completely lost in print. What had been intended as a sarcastic, light little rant perhaps came off to some as a vitriol laced diatribe. My intent had never been to malign anyone or anything, simply to express minor irritation on my anonymous blog. If I had felt that there had been any real problem, or if I felt my whining had any merit I would have pursued officials channels to seek some kind of change. Let's move on.

Yesterday was my birthday and it was pretty awesome.

The day started with the rather mundane. First some errands including stopping at the BMV to renew my license plate tags so I don't get pulled over, and then paying rent and getting groceries. So I had to fork over a bunch of cash on my birthday, but I found out it's okay if I have a yard sale. I'm pretty stoked about that. I promise it'll be a small and tasteful yard sale. That solves my dilemma of what to do with the pile of stuff I have that I no longer need/want, but is too good to throw away, but I don't feel like taking the time to deal with Craiglist to sell it.

Next was back home to get my baking skills on. I made peanut butter cookies (those were from a package, everything else was scratch), two batches of truffles, and a frozen chocolate cheesecake. I didn't have enough time to whip out a couple peanut butter pies, especially since they are supposed to spend a night in the fridge before serving. Oh well, I still have the stuff, maybe I'll make one up and take it to my cousin's bonfire this weekend.

Then, things got interesting. Whilst getting ready to go to dinner with Julia & Eddie I got a phone call from my boss. She was calling to let me know that the other manager of our three part team had been fired. Long story shot: he was a dick. I was quickly inundated with texts and calls from my crew asking if I had heard, asking what happened, etc.

Anyway, we still went out for dinner, screw work drama I say. Had chicken wings and beer, and it was delicious. There's something barbaricly satisfying about eating meat off the bone. Then back to my apartment for a little gathering. Mostly friends from work (bet you can guess the main topic of converstion); enjoyed the baked goods and beer, and we just hung out and bs'ed for a few hours.

Later, I went across the street to meet up with one of the people who couldn't make it because she had to work, although, her boyfriend had come over (another buddy from work). She made me brownies. Well, actually she told her boyfriend to make them while she was at work and he made another friend of ours help him make them. In spite of their comedy of errors the brownies turned out all right, but she had them put chocolate chips and peanut butter chips in the brownies And frost them AND put sprinkles on top. Probably the best brownies ever, but I think she's trying to kill me. :D