Way-hey!

Stuff I love:
- my job
- my coworkers
- my brother (who is also a coworker, and who is...just fantastic.  Also, not actually related to me.)
- the wit of Dorothy Parker (see Subject).  I would like it better if people actually adhered to it,  but...
- and this:

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Oh, my. I thought I won the Spastic Fantastic award last Monday when I played DDR at Richardson International (there is a reason I don't dance, um, ever), but I took the cake at bowling last night. My "coach" watched me flub my first throw, and reassured me with, "Easy spare!" For him, maybe. For me, not so much. Nonetheless, I walked ( Read more... )

I had a fantastic, third-person essay-style entry tentatively titled "National Geographic Presents Mating Rituals of the Suburban Five-Pin Bowler, or: Apparently, Beggars Can Be Choosers" all planned out, but I'm seriously behind in my NaNo-ing, so I will leave you instead with a quote ( Read more... )

Quotes from Thursday night...

"Have you eaten?  Or do you eat?"

"Is he cute?"
"The [stuffed] dog?"
"No, the boy who gave it to you."
"Oh.  Um...not really, no."

[On the aftermath of a strenuous workout.] "I could feel it the next day.  It wasn't killing me or anything, but whenever I'd get up, it would take a few steps before I stopped walking like a ( Read more... )

Tuesday evening, I finally got to give Bill his birthday gift - and he got to give me the last two talking Simpsons figurines I needed to complete my collection. (Yippee!) Earlier that day, as I jogged down the stairs at work on my way out for lunch, I got the Police in my head. You know: "Temptation, frustration, so bad it makes him cry/Wet ( Read more... )

Hmm, I did promise everyone an update, didn't I? Okay, in no particular order ( Read more... )

I have long (well, since May) suspected that I'm happier at my new job than I was at the Lezzie Farm, but it's something I'd been unable to put into words, except in the tritest of tems: they pay me more/I get to wear jeans/there are boys!  (The boys, of course, are absolutely uninterested in me, but it's like that no matter where I work, and ( Read more... )

My "self-pitying coffee-drinking", as I described it to Brian this morning, was totally unnecessary. True, the freezing is wearing off, but on the whole, the endodonty was not nearly as involved, painful, or bloody as I expected. Precious little was expected from me, and so I spent most of the hour or so with my eyes shut, because whenever I ( Read more... )

Despite being told for most of my childhood that I was gifted (this degenerated into various synonyms for "smart" when it became readily apparent that I wouldn't be discovering a cure for cancer anytime soon), I swear sometimes I'm too stupid to function. This, folks, is not simple self-deprecation, so please stop rolling your eyes. No, I come ( Read more... )

Ugh.  I wish I were dead.  But...it's all over.  Finally.


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