I loathe that stupid Celine Dion Titanic song, and I even more loathe that cheesy version with all of that dialogue from the film in it, but yesterday on WPLJ "The Station That Plays That Stupid Celine Dion Titanic Song At Least Fifty Times a Day" they played a version with the film dialogue replaced with lines from South Park.

Now, I don't cum at the mere thought of South Park, as many do, but I think that the combination of "You've got such a fat ass that when you walk down the street they say Boy, that's a fat ass!" and "Near, far, wherever you are..." is one of the funniest things that I've ever heard.

What was even funnier is that all of the people in my office who love that song and can't sing at all were happily singing along and didn't even notice that anything was different about the song!

I work with morons.

So my ex-boyfriend Greg's e-mail has been fucked for the last two months. I keep sending him things and they bounce back (bouncebouncebounce), but he writes to me fine. I finally got a nudging note last week saying "Gee, what's happened to you? Why don't you write anymore?" and I'm yelling at my computer screen "I try, goddammit, it's your stupid e-mail that doesn't work!" but I must be the only one with that problem.

So I have broken down. I have written him an actual letter on actual stationery and actually put it in the mail!! Just like in the olden days...

The other day I got a call from a vendor who was kinda wondering where the hell his money was, and I had been looking at the open invoices the other day, and I noticed his company name because it was somewhat unusual and I had never seen it before, so I was able to tell him that we had his invoices, but they were not yet in the system and he would get a check next week.

He then casually mentioned that he was the brother-in-law of the company's president! I have a feeling that he'll be getting his checks toute suite from now on...

I was looking through some old notes that I made some time ago about things to write about here, some I'll write about in the future, some are beyond their freshness date, but I remembered what they all meant. Except for this one:

"Cheerfully 3 h's"

I am now obsessed with this phrase. What could I have meant?

One year ago today:
And my heart is broken.

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