so, last night i was doodling w/ kim in the yahoo chat.
about ten kinds of perverse. she walked away to go move her car. When she came back there were two stick figures on her screen. one was a devil with a boner, the other was a person bent over spelling 'R-U-N?' ha ha ha. yes, I know the joke comes from third grade, but I've been laughing at that joke for 23 years.
I just wish I could have seen her face when she came back. At one point, John looks at my screen and decides he's going to message Kim and ask her 'wtf?'
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There's a guy at work who is a dream. He was being interviewed about two months ago, and Gail and I are shout/whispering to Daniel "HIRE HIM hes fucking gorgeous!"
So we aren't exactly.... inconspicuous.
Whenever you ask him for help, he always replies, "There's nothing that I would love to do more." He has great delivery, a sincerity with a touch of "Are you incompetent?" Which has led me to not ask much for help because being short, I need a lot of it. Now, I'll just get the step stool and the ladder. Yet, I still have people coming around the corner, see me up to my neck in tall people stuff, and cluck their tongues while they help me out of a dire predicament. Today, I tried to bring down the whole top shelf on my head. All I did was grab on thing, and everything fell, and I'm holding up things yelling "help!!!"
Which prompted me to say, "I just grabbed one, and they all started coming." Story of my life.
He wears a pendant of the virgin Mary, even though he's not catholic, and carries a picture of his ex girlfriend with a lucky penny in his wallet. She left him because he couldn't treat her like shit. He knows Barry White and Marvin Gaye songs. and wears blue jeans, bright white t-shirts, and a leather jacket with assorted chains.
All the young boys....
sigh...
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The muse is around. She wants to write and listen to the Cure. I get somewhat overwhelmed because there is so much that I want to do, that I wonder if I'll have enough time to do it, and I don't mean time management. I mean lifetime. Is a lifetime spent devoted to your craft(s) ever enough?
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I was being trained in a new position today. crazy craziness. sheesh.
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Laundry and cat stuff tonight, must go
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Posted by hawkie at February 10, 2004 05:24 PM