phanan

My lake is sooooooo nice. I don't know why I keep leaving it behind. Oh right, my job. Errrrrr!! Nothing like a night of chasing drunk baseball fans around so that a few poor graphic designers can get some sleep to really take the edge off of, what was shaping up to be, a personal record for consectutive days of chirpyness. Although it did give me an excuse to write a really long sentence. Score one for the english nerd.
It's all good, though, 'cause as sappy as it sounds, no one can take your good mood away. You have to let it go yourself and I'm hanging tight. Plus I gots me a nummy tin 'o keylime yogurt which, despite looking like it was made by throwing a bunch of Marvin the Martian's 'Instant Martians' in a blender and hitting puree, is quite refreshing and better consolation than some of the girls I've dated.
Speaking of which, (what a segue? Oh, about three ounces) I was cleaning out one of my e-mail accounts yesterday and I came across a set of old e-mails from when I was in the dating scene and actually trying to put some effort into it. Most of them were pretty entertaining (Even I have to laugh at how desperate I sounded at times) although the best was the 'origanal email'.
I have been tormented mercilessly for years by my friends about this one and had thought I destroyed this one long ago. Not the case. So now I can quote the actual sentence: "It was really nice meeting you last week, but to be fair I want you to know that I didn't feel that indescribable feeling that would tell me we're a match."
Ah, how many times have I been hit with one of my friends claims that they just didn't get that indescribable feeling that they're going to pay for supper tonight? Obviously not enough in their opinion. So here's the little assignment of the day. I know there are a lot worse ways to be shot down after a first date (I've been hit with a couple of them myself) . . . . can you supply some better air-to-air kill lines?