well shit. i had something to talk about and i forgot what it was. i guess i'll have to randomize. this is not difficult.
i never get enough sleep anymore. came home and had a nap for lunch 3 days this week. i figure a 2 hour lunch is basically the same as a 1 hour lunch since i haven't doing any work anyway.
the guy who sits next to me played tv and movie theme mp3's all day. he's normally all about video game soundtracks. at one point, mid theme music marathon, he threw down a bon jovi track, so i guess he was really cutting loose all across the board today. right before lunch he informs me that he's running home real quick to get his camera, because he wants to take a picture of his sandwich. ok, cool.
i'm out in a few to see my dad in some sort of xmas related presentation he's gotten himself involved in. i can't really give it the finger because it's my dad, and he rules.
i remember now. i was going to talk about an old man i saw today jogging like a girl, flailing his arms all over the place. now that i remember that, i'm not sure how much detail i'd planned on going into. that was pretty much the jist of it right there in the first sentence.
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the location thing appears to work for my zipcode. i am a little disappointed that fake breast birthplace isn't mentioned, but so it goes.
i never get enough sleep anymore. came home and had a nap for lunch 3 days this week. i figure a 2 hour lunch is basically the same as a 1 hour lunch since i haven't doing any work anyway.
the guy who sits next to me played tv and movie theme mp3's all day. he's normally all about video game soundtracks. at one point, mid theme music marathon, he threw down a bon jovi track, so i guess he was really cutting loose all across the board today. right before lunch he informs me that he's running home real quick to get his camera, because he wants to take a picture of his sandwich. ok, cool.
i'm out in a few to see my dad in some sort of xmas related presentation he's gotten himself involved in. i can't really give it the finger because it's my dad, and he rules.
i remember now. i was going to talk about an old man i saw today jogging like a girl, flailing his arms all over the place. now that i remember that, i'm not sure how much detail i'd planned on going into. that was pretty much the jist of it right there in the first sentence.
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the location thing appears to work for my zipcode. i am a little disappointed that fake breast birthplace isn't mentioned, but so it goes.
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did you see any vomitoriums in germany.. i've heard tales of the wall mounted vomit-urinal with handles... that would just make me want to get all fucked up.
trip to the dentist wasn't as painful as expected.. i dig the drool sucking device.
i saw something about amsterdam on a&e last year sometime.. outside of the city there was this hooker drive thru zone, where the ladies stood at like bus stops.. you rolled on up, picked your lady, and then parked your car in some sort of stall (all carwash style). then when your times up you drop her off back at her station.
now that's european efficiency.. between that and the regular window shopping style hooker, they have it all figured out.