today, well tomorrow, is the first day of the rest of my life

or will be after i file my expense report for the last two months, file my benefits claim, complete the performance review of my two favourite employees, meet with the designers for the pitch on our new logo, email the communications strategy to our new VP of whatever THEN I will kiss my boss hard on the mouth, run through the office wearing nothing but my puma's and and ankle socks out on to queen street east where i will hail a cab to take me home. i hope the cab doesn't have leather seats...sigh...

yes, today is the last day of my employment (insert Sinead "oh oh oh" here). and i am happy. manic happy which tells me i'm also totally freaked out. but it will be fine - this i mutter under my breath all the day long.

and then tomorrow will start and we will see how that goes.

kylie-watch 2006
also on friday or maybe next week Kylie 2: Electric Boogaloo will begin. i'm less worried about my ass at this very moment, because i can't see it. what is disturbing is my wee little pot belly. and i'm jiggly. so part of kylie 2 will be the de-jigglefication of me. is there a way to measure that?