Disgruntlement
Paper jams.
Shipment delays.
Sleet.
Bloody rude bus passengers.
Toothpaste marks on my top.
Sudden enormous holes in my tights.
Grrrrrrr.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
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Infrequent and highly variable brain farts available here.
Paper jams.
Shipment delays.
Sleet.
Bloody rude bus passengers.
Toothpaste marks on my top.
Sudden enormous holes in my tights.
Grrrrrrr.
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10:14 am
8 comments:
...Stupid men who drive their utes at 30 km below the speed limit, and then persist in tailgating you for 3 km because they get pissed off when you pass them...
But it's Friday, Scroob, FRIDAY! (At least it is here. Phew.)
Well, Thursday is my Friday, so yes, that thought was keeping me sane.
I would like, in passing, to draw all the non-existent visitors' attention to the elegant minimalism of the above post. Do you have ANY IDEA how hard it was to sit on my footnote fingers?
It was Hard.
(See there? More restraint. Wow.)
Elegant minimalism, indeed. :-)
But now you're on to your weekend and I sit here at my desk, a whole work day in front of me, quite envious.
WV - nboahuku: ancient tribal curse reserved for rude bus passengers.
Must remember that curse.
I'm stuck on the phrase, "Sudden enormous holes in my tights." It's just - I don't know. Catchy. Lyrical. It's triggering something in my mind, but I don't know what. I can't remember wearing tights of any kind since high school.
Then again, maybe it's because it's just. Plain. Flat-out. Funny.
Does one's future resonate?
Jam: glad *someone* was amused by my suffering. Grumble, grumble.
Dem: I love you. Way to distract me with entrepreneurial excitement. Go you!
Not sure where you were going, but I hope the police caught the guy....?
Er... the guy who got toothpaste on my top, Glo? Confused. Not sure any of those complaints lent themselves to blame on anybody but me/Fate. Except the rude bus people, obviously.
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