As you can see one of my New Year's resolutions is to write in this damn thing, as well as capture a little detail of the day and put it down on paper.

Today's detail, or instance, or whatever: When walking back to the office after a routine Pinkberry stop a girl was giving a guy a handjob in a car.

Lovely.

Though I guess they were being discrete about it, I mean, there were no signs that said: "Get your handjobs here!" or anything.

Ew.

That is all.

No, wait.

Is hand job one word or two words (handjob). The job of a hand? Your hand has a job!

You know what I hate? That little red line underlining everything. The little red line likes hand jobs as two words but despises handjobs as one word. Also, Pinkberry. Apparently berries that are pink are made up and not real and need to be singled out as flights of fancy.

I'm sure when I hit 'post' none of this will make any sense because those little red lines disappear. No, it's only when composing. Damn you, little red lines. Damn...you.

Oh...never mind.

I'm super excited because two (or three?) projects that I am crushing on hard may actually go into development at my company and some other places. Fingers crossed. Positive vibes through the universe.

Anyway, it's after six. I'm out of here.