Nah, I don't work anywhere yet. They found someone apparently. But I must say, I've had customers throw things at me and it's really quite amusing when it's not hot coffee.

And also, I don't think I've experienced anything worth talking about in the last 3 weeks. We should start a club.

Red Shoe Diaries and The Hitchhiker (doubt that's still on though) were always good entertainment when there was nothing else to do / to watch. Days like today make me miss cable t.v. - sigh -

My stomach is doing much better actually. But when can I get this lesson on sweet talking? I have a feeling I'll be needing it in the future... my stomach gets to be pretty cranky sometimes.

I suppose the stagette wasn't too bad of a way to spend a Friday. Except that the majority of the night I was handcuffed to a chair. Where the handcuffs came from, I may never know... but the long and short of the story though, is that my friend thought it would be funny to fasten the cuffs to the chair, then to my wrist... she failed to ensure that keys were present however. Good thing I'm the next Houdini or something.

Hope you enjoyed my rambling.

[Edited on Jul 23, 2005 5:11PM]

you have a great attitude

I'm going to get drunk today. I'll do it for you.

How can this be? Thwarted! Whatever shall I do with my life now?

I suppose, even though you figured out my plot, you can be in on the frolicking. That is, if you give me a Juicy Gel.

Those worms intrigue me. Apparently it doesn't take much to intrigue me these days.

That was not a secret! You got my hopes up. I was expecting something good. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't appreciate good ol' Sting and the Police. But they're really no secret.

I'm trying to remember what else you wrote, but my mind is drawing a complete blank. It seems to be doing that a lot today.

1. Don't poke the bear.

2. Don't taunt the heat.

Two simple rules in life. You've already broken one. So don't poke the bear or you're screwed.

Well, I guess you could poke it... just make sure you can run fast, or it's in a cage, or some other containment unit.

[Edited on Jul 11, 2005 7:20PM]

i want brains

Bowie! That certainly tramples J. Englishman I must say. Blindsided by Bowie... I would never have seen it coming.

I sympathize with the heat situation... it's not even 5:30 a.m. and the temperature is 25'C, with the humidex at 36. I'm afraid I may melt today.

Thanks for the pants opinion. Don't be getting any ideas of buying them though.. I'm sure my ass needs them much more than yours does. My ass needs all the help it can get!

How goes your ever exciting life?

By the way, thanks for making me laugh with the skeleton comments - job well done!

I don't think people should ever promise that things won't get out of hand... getting out of hand is the best part.

After typing that my mind started to wander, and I've totally lost my train of thought. Whoops.

Are you the one who stole my parrot?

Naked pirate. Peg leg. Oh my. That causes thoughts I never thought I'd have.

And I like it.

My parrot is a traitor!

I was going to attempt to reply to your comment, but I'm at a loss for words... Good work!

The bite was technically on purpose... I bit my lip while making a face at a friend of mine. Guess I bit down harder than I thought.

I've now developed a fondness for biting the spot... I just can't resist.

As for being sado-masochistic, wouldn't you agree that everyone is sado-masochistic, or alternately masochistic, to some extent?

Sounds like a great convocation.

I agree with the idea of everyone having to work in a service type job. I think more people would think twice about shitting on someone who has no connection to whatever it is they're mad about. I guess the drama I get from people comes with the job though... Family law. Emotions. Insanity. I think that's why I actually love my job!

P.S.

I envy your computer. Very, very much.

Wanna trade?

Procrastination is a way of life! How was your convocation?