| Juicy ( @ 2006-05-17 23:23:00 |
| Current location: | Work - on a break |
| Current mood: | |
| Current music: | Broken Social Scene - It's all gonna break |
Blah. I feel sick. I wonder... (harp music plays) if offices gave more sick days... would fewer people come to work sick? Micheal Moore once theorized about this. I think it's very likely. I know that a few were out with the flu this week and I've been feeling like crap all afternoon. Now, if I'm sick tomorrow and have to call in, it'll look like I'm faking cause I already asked for the day off.
I'm wearing my butter shirt today (hope you liked the cookies, Cleo) and I thought I sprayed perfume over the side where the butter spilled, but no... it was on the other side. All I've been smelling all day is butter. I washed the shirt after the initial incident (of spilling melted butter on it) and it smelled ok, had no visible stain, etc etc... but then today... Butter's a funny word. Say it a bunch of times with an emphasis on the "uh". Teehee.
I enjoyed something today that I used to enjoy very often and hardly ever do anymore. I sat in the park and finished reading The Ethical Slut. Well, almost finished it. Point is, I spent some lovely time in the park. It was beautiful. I am still totally enamored of pigeons. I think they're so cute and the way people, grown men in particular, behave with their little 10 lb. dogs is hilarious.
Is it just me, or are guys EXTRA hot in the summer? Could that explain why I am extra-horny?
Work sucks and we're so busy and this fucking TWIT behind me is always reading a newspaper. I feel like crap and wanna go home and if she would only do some WORK we could finish that much sooner. Every time I hear that thin, glossy-page turn to the next, I want to say something like "So, what's going in the world today?" or "Since we're gonna be here all night, why don't you enlighten us on the current issues of today". Mostly, I just want to shove paper clips in her ears.
Asam is sad and that makes me kinda sorta sad too. It's so hard to just listen sometimes, without sympathising, or empathising, or validating, or relating. To just shut the fuck up and listen. But I can, and will, when and if he's ready. Cheer up little soldier... The war's been won! MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!