Song of the Moment: "Come Undone" - Di Johnston

Your eyes are closed and I don't wanna wake you
I won't whisper in your ear
All the places that I wanna take you
When you're finally here

These days alone have made me stronger
All these hours apart more brave
But the truth is I am my own weakness
I am here for you to save

I can't sleep without you
I'm coming undone
When I sleep without you
I'm tossing and turning all night

With my eyes open I lie thinking
There's the dawn outside draws nigh
I know it's wrong but I can't help it
Wishing time would pass me by
So you'll be at my side

I can't sleep without you
I'm coming undone
When I sleep without you
I'm tossing and turning all night

It's the nightmares I'm afraid of
Please help me know
That no matter how far I am
Your soul won't let mine go

I can't sleep without you
I'm coming undone
When I sleep without you
I'm tossing and turning all night

I can't sleep without you

Shriekingly Silly Segueways After a Second Cup

save me
from the shrieking baby.
i'm gonna go crazy.


RE: save me

You'll survive. You rock. I rule. :D

Sing the Koodo theme to yourself to drown out the sound. That'll make you feel better...


love it.

that's the most awesomest tshirt. i wish i could wear those tshirts at work now..dammit!!
koodo..
koodo..
so you remember the guy i worked with? the "hey hey you you, i don't like your girlfriend" guy?
turns out that he knows the boys i grew up with going to church and stuff - and some other boys of family friends..weird..small world.


RE: love it.
Bwahahahahahahahahaha

Next time I see these shirts in the states, it's all about you. We're never going to kick the graphic-tee thing.

Small world and it just keeps shrinking.

Did you feel better after you sang the song? I know I felt better seeing it. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. I taught the girls about the whole dark roast=taste, light roast=caffeine thing. It was fun. Then they made fun of me about how I was limping last week when I wore your shoes. Dammit.


segueway?
so i'm here by myself until 1pm. sucks ass. cuz it usually gets busy around 12. isn't that great?
my 12 o'clock relief called in sick. can't begrudge her - she's in the hospital right now.
but still.
lol.
and soooooo sorry about my shoes busting up your feet last week. they feel fine for me. but like i said, i just have messed up feet, and the callouses are already there from my steel toe boots. hot.
so where's the segueway between telling the fun story about dark/medium roast and making fun of your poor limping feet last week?


RE: segueway?


Segueway? Who needs those? George Bush managed to tip one, did you hear that?

Hospital? Definitely not allowed to begrudge. Lutka just short of stripped me in the office just now, because I asked her to check (through the NECK!) if there was a stray hair straggling down the back of my shirt on the inside. Lovely. There are so many women in this office you can practically TASTE the estrogen when you walk in.

That and there are PMS pills scattered all over the place. Bodner's a walking pharmacy for women.


tipped?
he managed to tip the untippable segueway? only dubya.
and tell lutka only i'm allowed to strip you. that and the pink flower guy.
lol.
mmmmm, estrogen...yummmmmay.


RE: tipped?
Yup, only dubya. Boss said that he tried one once at a mall, and try as he might, he could NOT tip it! To re-iterate: only dubya.

I just intercommed Lutka to tell her what you said--she said she'd fight for me. I think we can make money off of this event. Money off of Golddawg at least. Hahahaha.

Is it 5:30 yet?


my money's on the mom
just cuz kids are tough to deal with..and lord knows i don't know how to handle them.

as for dubya - i'll bet the segueway tipped good ol' georgie because it didn't want the dumbass to make segueways look stupid.


RE: my money's on the mom
Bwahahahaha. I dunno, I have faith in your viciousness. Take it as a compliment. :)

Doesn't tipping him make him make them look stupid? That's too glass half full/empty for me to think about today. I'm just whiling down the hours until the day's over and I get to see y'all who I LURVE again|! Vomitus, I know, but you were included in the lurrrrrve count, just so you know.


my coffee isn't working
who knows about what looks stupider: the segueway or dubya. either way, we know for sure one half of that duo is stupid.
as for my viciousness, i do take it as a compliment. booyaka...sha!

so vomitus, but i'll take it.
i'm easy like that. i'll just take the love wherever it's being handed out. does that make me a...lurvve slut?

ps: the subject title- just to prove it, i had misspelled coffee and had noticed it just before i was about to send it.


RE: my coffee isn't working
When I pick you up today, can you just climb in the car and say that: Booyaka...sha! :D

Stupid is as stupid does. And he did. OOOOOOH did he DO.

To be a lurvve slut, you have to be the one handing it out for free. I think that's the way it goes anyway. To be the one who loves to accept free things, I think that makes you a lurvve Lush. Yeah? Accepts the free lurve and gets high off it and easy to manipulate?

This morning's coffee run was the best of them all.

In the Office

Handfuls of these were being passed around the other day; there's a full complement of females at the office, and well, we apparently share everything.
...

"You know you've got it bad when your best friend tells you you do."
...


I sent a pat on the back...


...and got the Pinky Finger of Logic in return.

    "BWahahahahaha! I didn't realize your hands were so hairy!"
    "hey can you send me my hand......I never got to see it..."
    "Loser." *attaches image*
    "wow....the hairs do show up....I'm definitely surprised....hey do you need a hand? HAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!"
    "I repeat: Loser. Hahahahahahahhahahahahaha."
(the emails may not exactly have gone like that, but I'm at home without the originals now...and my version's probably better anyway.)

**UPDATE - the emails are now correct...and to be honest, I wasn't very far off the mark! *pat on back* :)
...

Having had Indian food that night with her new boyfriend, she was conscious of the fact that she had to hold in any gas building up inside all night; the relationship was still a little too new for her to be so comfortable with her bodily functions around him yet. When they finally climbed into bed, she was relieved; aside from some mild stomach discomfort, she'd made it through the night without letting anything slip. In the middle of the night, not long after they'd fallen asleep, she was rudely snapped out of her slumber--by the sound of her own fart! Horrified, she turned to her boyfriend to find him still peacefully asleep. Further relieved by then to find that he'd not been awakened by the same thing that had woken her, she (still slightly embarrassed) slipped back to sleep.

After a spell of time had passed, she shared this amusing story with a co-worker of hers. To her amusement, not only did her co-worker convince her it wasn't a big deal, her co-worker returned with a story of her own!

In her recollection, she had also just begun a new relationship, and, similar to her situation, had climbed into bed with her new beau after an evening of mild stomach discomfort, credited to a probable build-up of gas. However, her co-worker hadn't quite been alarmed at this build-up since the blanket she shared with her beau was described to be heavy and sure to muffle any moderate passings of gas. However, somehow through the night her co-worker had managed to roll over so that she slept on her side and the comforter covered everything but her back, and, consequently, her rear. And so, when the moment happened that she woke herself by farting exquisitely loudly, there was nothing to muffle it and she panicked because it was so startlingly loud AND her beau STIRRED in his sleep next to her. Absolutely mortified, she pretended to have slept through the entire event, and ever had the courage to peek (or later ask) if her beau had been woken.

In a fit of giggles by now, they discussed their situations.

    "Seriously, Indian food wasn't a good idea--I'm just so glad my boyfriend slept through it all!"
    "It's been a while now though, hasn't it happened yet? I mean, aren't you guys comfortable with that sort of thing?"
    "Not just yet. I mean, I guess one day it's bound to happen that we'll fart in front of each other, but the first time won't be after Indian food. And just be glad that even if your beau heard you do that that night, he didn't get up and make a big deal out of it or make fun of you for it."
    "Yeah, I guess. I guess he could be sweet, or now he thinks I'm just some strange girl that saves it all the time and just farts explosively in her sleep."
...

The words just had to come out...I was on such a roll of sleeping early too...

My moments

Sometimes, so that I'll have a copy of things at home, I'll use my Gmail account to send such things to myself. Soon after I click send, I'll think to myself: "that's done and done," and go on about my work. Moments later I'll see I have new email in my Gmail inbox and since I LOVE getting email, I'll be thrilled to go and check...only to realize it's the same damned email I just sent myself.

Everyone has their moments, and this is one of mine. It's mine every time I send myself an email. Every time.

In a situation

Last Wednesday, I received a beautiful bouquet of a dozen pink roses, the sender's name absent from the card. Since then, it has been the mystery of the office. For me, I've just been content. While it would be lovely to be able to share with all of the girls the identity of my sender, I'm happy with keeping him to myself and just having the fact that they made me smile that day. They made me smile, they made me blush, they set me daydreaming for the rest of the afternoon. They made me believe in romance again.

Just the night previous to receiving the flowers, I'd been a hair's breadth away from musingly posting the following song:

"Soulmate" - Natasha Bedingfield

Incompatible, it don't matter though
'cos someone's bound to hear my cry
Speak out if you do
You're not easy to find

Is it possible Mr. Loveable
Is already in my life?
Right in front of me
Or maybe you're in disguise

Who doesn't long for someone to hold
Who knows how to love you without being told
Somebody tell me why I'm on my own
If there's a soulmate for everyone

Here we are again, circles never end
How do I find the perfect fit
There's enough for everyone
But I'm still waiting in line

Most relationships seem so transitory
They're all good but not the permanent one

Who doesn't long for someone to hold
Who knows how to love you without being told
Somebody tell me why I'm on my own
If there's a soulmate for everyone
...

Who doesn't long for someone to hold? Maybe he's right in front of me. If you are, thank you for the flowers.

Priorities...

...want...to...blog...over...coming...need...to...take...care...of...responsibilities...

"First comes the ring clock, then comes the baby clock."

Quote of the Moment:

"It is human nature to think wisely and act in an absurd fashion."
    --Anatole France