Archive for January, 2008
Question.
So the last week I’ve actually acted like I have something of a life. Gone out, seen people, gone to parties, etc. And in sorting through all the pictures, I noticed something troubling.
This face.
Sadly, this is not an isolated case.
What the hell is this face? Why am I making this face, at least once a party? [...]
Filed under: Uncategorized | 11 Comments
“She’s so cute……”
….. “She’s like a five year old. She could punch you in the gut and you’d still find it adorable. She can do no wrong.”
Happy Birthday, darling. We all love you.
Filed under: aurora, dancing, holidays | 2 Comments
Don’t tell anyone this* ……
*other than the Internet, of course.
…… but I kinda like my rental truck.
I think I’ve been living in my redneck neighborhood too long.
Filed under: commute, confessions, shiny things | 4 Comments
A drinking game ….
….. that can be safely played at elementary schools and AA meetings.
Everytime a contender on American Gladiator explains their plan for the next event and uses metaphors that make sense, take a drink.
Also, anyone who thinks Hogan’s hair is real, take a drink.
Filed under: booze | 8 Comments
My Homie in Marketing – “And the Employee of the Year is ………….. [Coworker L]!!!!”
Valancy Jane – *cheers*
Sumer – *cheers*
Valancy Jane – “He so deserves it.”
Sumer – “Yeah.”
Valancy Jane – “We danced at the Christmas party, and he was the only guy who didn’t put his penis on me.”
Sumer – “Wow.”
Valancy Jane and Sumer – [...]
Filed under: MHiM, actual conversations, i love my job, mlb | 4 Comments
“Well, I work with her husband. And one day he lost his phone. And I was just looking through the pictures to identify the owner of the phone. Sooooooooooo, that’s how I know her. Really well.”
Filed under: actual conversations, oooooolala | 6 Comments
Confusing =
Having a friend on Facebook with your exact first and last name. The news feed always keeps me on my toes. “Wait, I’m single now? When did that happen?”
Filed under: the internet | 6 Comments
Timing belts only sound cheap.
And for that price, it had better make my car look this good.
Filed under: commute | 11 Comments
The soda machine is beeping.
Why?
Is it counting down?
Will it explode?
Will that be a good thing or a bad thing?
So many questions.
Filed under: i love my job, questions | 2 Comments
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Tell me I'm pretty, dammit!
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