Yup. Still fuzzy.
Look here
I just made a lot of macaroni and cheese, and I’ve already eaten two bowls. I really don’t want any more, but I don’t want the rest to go to waste. What I’ll probably do is just give the rest to the dog. At least someone will enjoy it. I really don’t cook often so I’m excited.
My last job was really mundane…
How mundane was it, Tracyj?
My last job was sooo mundane, that I read an entire 200 pg novel every day. (At my current job, I average 2 or 3 days per novel)
Hmmm.
Fuzzy.
this just killed me…
I have an eyeball growing in the middle of my forehead.
I have four fat cats and one skinny cat. Untill the skinny cat is fatter I can’t by diet cat food as they all eat out of a comunial trough.
I brought a book yesterdy but my wife got to it first. Now I can’t read it untill she finishes it.
I was driving to work this morning when I realized that somehow my radio had gotten knocked off the channel… just white static playing. Then I wondered how long that had been going on. Then it dawned on me that once I got to work I would have to check and see how this thread was going. I was actually looking forward to seeing how mundane everyone was yesterday… how twisted is that?
My coworker is driving me nuts. I have an understanding with my supervisor that as long as I get done what I need to get done at work, I can study here. So Monday and Tuesday, my exam days, I was studying ALL day. I had gotten everything ready for these two days in advance, so everything was fine.
Well, apparently the sight of me sitting at my desk, pondering the wide world of mass media psychology pissed the hell out of my high-school graduate only coworker, who has proceeded to watch me like a hawk for the last week. She’ll pounce on ANYTHING (the paper should have been there an hour ago. The key for your closet is missing) proceeds to lecture me about it, and then tells our supervisor, who shrugs and doesn’t care. She is NOT a superior, she started at the job 3 weeks before me, so it’s not like she has seniority. She’s also taken to lecturing me in front of customers. If I wasn’t so godammed mature, I’d tell her to shut the hell up, and to refrain from managing people until she is a manager.
Unfortunately, I am mature, and just bottle my anger in the pit of my stomach until it creates health problems. Yea!
Now she’s whistling to the Top 40 Pop station she blasts on her radio. If I have to hear that godammed speaking part of that godammed Britney Spears song one more time (“Didn’t the old lady drop it into the ocean?”) I WILL attack someone.
My left eye itches. I think I’ve been rubbing it too much, and now it’s irritated. Damn.
i actually do know the difference between pencil leads. #1 has a soft, easily smudged, dark lead; #2 is your average grade-school-issue mundanity; and #3 is the hardest and lightest lead of that group.
i like #1 lead best.
SASSY says:
Thank you, thank you! I’ll be here all week. Be sure and try the buffet.
I said:
SwimmingRiddles said:
lachesis said:
Damndamndamn!!! Based on SwimmingRiddles assessment, I at least would have been pleasantly shocked when I got around to trying a #1 or #3 pencil. You had to go and spoil the surprise.
You’ve ruined me, lachesis. I have no mysteries in life anymore…
I have just bought my second ever pair of sensible brown worker-bee shoes, because now I am a honest hard working tech secter cubicle monkey.
The problem that their a bit TOO new, so when I walk down the linoleum floors of my office building the rubber soles go “Squeeeg, Squeeeg, Squeeeg, Squeeeg, Squeeeg, Squeeeg, Squeeeg, Squeeeg, Squeeeg, Squeeeg, Squeeeg, Squeeeg, Squeeeg, Squeeeg, Squeeeg, Squeeeg, Squeeeg, Squeeeg, Squeeeg, Squeeeg, Squeeeg, Squeeeg, Squeeeg, Squeeeg, Squeeeg, Squeeeg, Squeeeg, Squeeeg, Squeeeg, Squeeeg, Squeeeg, Squeeeg, …”
aaawwwww. you can’t give up on life yet–i’ve already decided you still have another 37 inches to go.
just to prove that Fate can be kind…
how 'bout if i send you an egg? you can while away the time deciding whether it’s hard-boiled or fresh. and if it’s fresh, is it from a chicken, goose, peacock…
For the first two days at my new office temp job, I drove to work and parked at an all-day lot for $8.50 a day. The lot is about four blocks from my office, and after I parked I had to walk up a steep hill. The second day, I found a small envelope and a note on my windshield saying I hadn’t paid and owed the lot $10. I wrote on the back of the note that I had paid the lot fee that morning, that I didn’t have $10 in my wallet at the moment and that I wouldn’t be using the lot anymore. For the rest of the day I was wracked with anxiety. I’m still vaguely worried that I could be in enormous trouble.
So for the last couple days, I’ve been taking the bus to work, which is a lot cheaper, but also quite a lot slower. I’ve arrived ten minutes late to work both times. I’m going to have to set my alarm to ring earlier.
I have to drop off my rent check at the apartment office today. That means I’ll have to transfer about $500 from my savings account to my checking account, to make sure the check clears.
At my last assignment, I could have sworn there was a girl who was interested in me. I promised myself I would ask her out on the last day, but I never did. To make matters worse, I also never actually discovered her name. Though I do know her initials. Anyway, I was probably wrong. She wasn’t interested in me after all.
From me:
From Trout:
Duuuuuude!! You just gotta make a big old rubber-band ball out of those suckers! You won’t be sorry.
lachesis said:
No eggs; my doctor told me to watch my cholesterol.
It’s not doing anything.
I have a #4 and a #5 at home… very hard graphite, very light lines. I use 'em when I’m sketching something in to play with my india ink and pens. Lotsa fun!