ugh
Tuesday seems like a good day to lay out, eh? Head pounding this morning, and me without any of my miracle cure “Morning Relief.” Guess some caffeine will have to do the trick. Meanwhile, think I’ll spend the morning finishing some things I stared at all day yesterday, but never got to finish from all the distractions.
It’s cheese-lunch day, which I’m actually thinking of skipping. Just disgusted with myself, and can’t even think about all that evil cheese or making small talk with the engineering gang. Kit threatened to ditch work today, wonder if she did. Like I said.. it’s a good day.
Sure, tomorrow would have been better, with JT’s game and all, but I don’t think he cares either way if i go.. and well, it’s scheduled for during the day on a weekday, so it seems to me like they didn’t intend many people to show up at all. So, I’ll let them go do their work type hanging out, getting his name out there in the company… yatta yatta. And the realistic me knows the #1 reason I wanted to go was just to see who he interacted with, and I realize what an idiot I would look like sitting on the bleachers all alone going nuts with binoculars or something. Guess I’ve got a little bit of that psycho-hose-beast-girlie-gene after all.
Ugh… again… ugh. With JT asleep and the house basically empty, perhaps I should just use this time to catch up on my pr0n quota, as I think I’m behind for the household… well, since Magaroni took a ghei quiz that told the world she had 69% chance of masturbating each day (interesting percentage) and well, with the men folk, who knows that they do holed up with their computers all hours of the day or night, but we sure do go through papertowels fast here.
I’m a rambling idiot. I think my heat-stroke on the tennis court yesterday has fried my brain… I’m just tired of things and thinking about things and it all comes out in a big fat wad of nonsense like vomit on the page.
woot, isn’t that poetic.. vomit on the page. no its not. who cares. makes me hungry. yes, lets go get breakfast cuz you need to shut up. fine then.
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perhaps I should just use this time to catch up on my pr0n quota, as I think I’m behind for the household… well, since Magaroni took a ghei quiz that told the world she had 69% chance of masturbating each day (interesting percentage) and well, with the men folk, who knows that they do holed up with their computers all hours of the day or night, but we sure do go through papertowels fast here.
“hey, look at me! i’m crazy-masturbating-lady! now, gimme some candy!”
oh. or not. yeah, what was up with that oh-so-appropriate %? i guess the username “girlblah” oozes more sex appeal than previously suspected.
re: the paper towels…talk to the one who “works from home” and gets paid to browse through other people’s porn.
August 6, 2002 @ 5:22 am
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ugh.. how depressing is it that work was more appealing today than staying home… even with the feeling crappy excuse.
God, I’m just in a pissy mood. People at work deserve this mood more than anybody at home, so I guess it’s good I’m here.
And.. fear not about the paper towels… I’ve invested in a series of those mini cameras and placed them about the house, so I can make extra dough selling home movies.
PS. Don’t search your room. I’m only kidding.
August 6, 2002 @ 6:16 am
schlemaggle has made a Comment
sorry you are feeling poopy. :/
wish i could help-o.
work is poo. give them hell.
*laff*. hidden cameras. home movies. *laff*
i would be so impressed if you hid one in the bedroom and were able to find it again, amongst the ever-growing piles and piles of crap on the two respective desks.
i would be even more impressed if sam didn’t knock said camera off of hidden spot on said desks during one of his “wake up! i want OUT!” walk-thrus.
August 6, 2002 @ 6:43 am