Why don't you go back to your home on Whore Island?

I just stepped on the strap to my duffel bag, which isn't on the duffel obviously. That hurt like a mother-fucking-bitch.
Anyways, I'm packing to go home, cuz my flight leaves after work on Friday, and I've been playing dress up with everything before I pack it. Have to make sure I look shit-hot when I go home, since I'm super-cool and all... Can't be ruining my image... So picture this: I'm dancing around my room with my Ipod on, but I have my computer playing the Exact Same playlist, so I can sing out loud and people passing outside my door or window won't hear me. But I want the Ipod on so I don't hear me. And every once in a while it gets a little off, so if anyone is passing by, it'll sound like I'm singing way the hell off the mark. Flashback to the stepping on the duffel strap, it was the little hook thing. I'm not such a pansy stepping on just the strap hurt me. Jeebus.
Right, so I haven't done jack shit this weekend, and as usual I'm doing my laundry last minute Sunday night, and now my packing too. But I'm done with my Christmas shopping! I ran out with a bud last night, cuz she needed to finish (didn't know we were going out shopping, just knew we were going out, so I'm all "Cool, I'll go..."), but I just needed one more DVD for the little brosef, and I'm good to go. Got him 40 year old virgin, which is cool, cuz we saw it back in August when he came down for a visit. I love that kid, I just can't stand being around him... Oh well. But out shopping, I decided to also get myself some movies (ok, I didn't do it intentionally, I just saw them and grabbed them.)
But I got me 40 Year Old Virgin, and Alice in Wonderland, and Aladdin (it's fuckin awesome, I didn't even know either of those had been re-released by Disney!)
I got a call from my co-worker today. I really need to learn to not answer his calls. So he got back last week, Wednesday to be exact, but he was sick, so he did't go work outside, just stayed in the office. That's ok. But today he called to say he was still sick, and could I do the outside stuff again tomorrow? Damn. I said yes, of course I did. But I swear he only called cuz he knew what the weather was going to be like. Cuz today's been a horrible day, and tomorrow's supposed to be too. Nasty windage, nasty rainage, and cold as hell. And yes, I realize hell's not cold. But shut up, or go there. I can arrange a tour for you...
Ok, that's all, gonna go play again. And see if my clothes are dry so I can switch loads.