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twicketfaceMy boss (the one that rhymes with bitch) used the above in a meeting yesterday, and it just sorta stuck in my head.
I just had that feeling when my heart dropped into my stomach as I glanced at my reflection in my boss's window and noticed I forgot to put gel in my hair today. It's still short enough that I won't be called a ruffian, but it's still weird. Good thing that my boss (the one that rhymes with bitch) is out today. I spent two sessions, albeit short ones, on the Gazelle last night and this morning. My butt chest is coming in nicely, thanks for noticing.
Last night I caught a show on PBS about public defenders and it followed some cases that they were involved with. I now realize my true calling: court stenographer. I'm a good typist and every day would be like Law and Order (or at least, People's Court). Worth investigating. Probably couldn't listen to Young MC at work, but that would be a small sacrifice.
This morning I watched the 'Newsradio' right after Phil Hartman was killed. It was quite sad. At least he lives on via Lionel Hutz weeknights at 6:30.
I'm losing faith in the American people. A co-worker just said that she wondered if the sniper suspect (with the last name Muhammad) was a terrorist or "just black". If some people could hear themselves talk. I heard that the step-son is from Jamica. I hope they can withstand the eventual bombing campaign.
It's rather crummy out today, half-rain and half-snow and overcast. I think it might be a Pull Those Covers Right Over My Head weekend, with much tea drinking.
Tonight there is a retirement party right after work and then we'll be picking up LBEric for a trip to the library. Should be a blast. I talked to him earlier this week and he was very excited to tell me about his field trip to the Milwaukee Zoo. I'm going to enjoy being a dad.
There's a great song called Throw It Away by Tom Daily and the Volunteers that is on a comp CD I have that I have on repeat. It's tempting me to dance a jig. "Sorry, couldn't photocopy those resumes, I'm dancing a jig!". Works every time.
I've started wearing my glasses at work and am pleasantly getting used to recognizing people from greater than 2 feet away. It's a nice touch.
One (rather large) regret I have about our wedding, in retrospect, is not opening up the mic for all of the wedding party (or anyone who wanted) to say a few words. I think I may have inadvertantly hurt some feelings by not doing so.
I'm doing a search for ideas for my best man's toast in about a month and am coming across some great pictures from other people's weddings. Different souls with their own problems, dreams, allergies and personalities. It's a big world out there.
I think I'm done, for now.
I just had that feeling when my heart dropped into my stomach as I glanced at my reflection in my boss's window and noticed I forgot to put gel in my hair today. It's still short enough that I won't be called a ruffian, but it's still weird. Good thing that my boss (the one that rhymes with bitch) is out today. I spent two sessions, albeit short ones, on the Gazelle last night and this morning. My butt chest is coming in nicely, thanks for noticing.
Last night I caught a show on PBS about public defenders and it followed some cases that they were involved with. I now realize my true calling: court stenographer. I'm a good typist and every day would be like Law and Order (or at least, People's Court). Worth investigating. Probably couldn't listen to Young MC at work, but that would be a small sacrifice.
This morning I watched the 'Newsradio' right after Phil Hartman was killed. It was quite sad. At least he lives on via Lionel Hutz weeknights at 6:30.
I'm losing faith in the American people. A co-worker just said that she wondered if the sniper suspect (with the last name Muhammad) was a terrorist or "just black". If some people could hear themselves talk. I heard that the step-son is from Jamica. I hope they can withstand the eventual bombing campaign.
It's rather crummy out today, half-rain and half-snow and overcast. I think it might be a Pull Those Covers Right Over My Head weekend, with much tea drinking.
Tonight there is a retirement party right after work and then we'll be picking up LBEric for a trip to the library. Should be a blast. I talked to him earlier this week and he was very excited to tell me about his field trip to the Milwaukee Zoo. I'm going to enjoy being a dad.
There's a great song called Throw It Away by Tom Daily and the Volunteers that is on a comp CD I have that I have on repeat. It's tempting me to dance a jig. "Sorry, couldn't photocopy those resumes, I'm dancing a jig!". Works every time.
I've started wearing my glasses at work and am pleasantly getting used to recognizing people from greater than 2 feet away. It's a nice touch.
One (rather large) regret I have about our wedding, in retrospect, is not opening up the mic for all of the wedding party (or anyone who wanted) to say a few words. I think I may have inadvertantly hurt some feelings by not doing so.
I'm doing a search for ideas for my best man's toast in about a month and am coming across some great pictures from other people's weddings. Different souls with their own problems, dreams, allergies and personalities. It's a big world out there.
I think I'm done, for now.
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Date: 2002-10-24 03:47 pm (UTC)Ugh, what the hell? Some of the people at my work are really moronic too. One guy said last week after Bali that it was time to overthrow Saddam because of what he did in Bali. Ugh....
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Date: 2002-10-24 06:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-10-27 07:05 am (UTC)