"Truth Is Eternal"

Or at least that's what Mr. Yogi Tea man proclaimed when I made Tanja a cup of peach deliciousness this morning. Now, I'm inclined to believe that someone that can make something that tastes and feels that damn good must be right most of the time. However, I'm conflicted. Part of me is of the mind that nothing, (at least not in the greater scheme of things) is eternal. Another says that the dude on the box with the beard is probably right. But can one really sum up such a big idea on a tea bag? I'm going to need to hear his definition of truth before I decide weather or not I agree.

Today started out well, woke up early and left for work late, arrived at the car (which was not in the garage as it should have been) and got to stomp around in the slush for a while trying to get the 40 pounds of snow off my winshield. Yeah, I've been told I have a tendency to exxagerate. Got to work late and found a happy little email in my box stating that tardies are out the window for the day. Took about an hour trying to figure out the bus route from home to here and how to use the damn call-n-ride system and starting next week will be happily leaving the car at home, reserved for saturday use only. Also ordered myself a new toy I can't afford. But it keeps me from spening the money on really silly stuff, like another tshirt I won't wear. And it promises to produce 4x's the fun results.


OMG. Okay so I'm currently listening to calls,. recording, and this guy calls in and he's telling some girl in the background that he'd totally "bang [her] right now, turn [her] over and bang [her] right now." fucking lovely people we get calling in here. And this was an employee, not a guest. Fucking LOVELY.