![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Feb. 4th, 2006 07:54 amSome asshat broke the window of one of my coworker's cars and stole her stereo last night while we were working. Bastards. And Security was doing their usual bang-up job, supposedly circling the parking lot a couple of hours after they had to have done it and completely missing the fact that one of her windows wasn't covered in frost like the rest of them because it wasn't there at all. Needless to say, all of us are covering her drinks tonight at the bar. (Although now it's apparently turned into a pub crawl, although I'm not sure I'm up for a pub crawl tonight so I'll probably just stick with the one bar.)
Meanwhile, the cute guy with the steady girlfriend and the little girl? Yeah, still cute. And he spent half the night making me die laughing and getting a kick out of it. Most of the teasing felt suspiciously like flirting. *headsmack* I swear to God, I'm going to start making up some truly terrible dead baby jokes starring Cupid as the dead baby if this crap keeps up. (I don't chase after guys in serious relationships, but this is just distracting bcause if he weren't hooked up, I'd be all over him in a heartbeat.)
Oh, I almost forgot tonight's amusing quote:
(As I stand there dazed and confused trying to remember what I was about to do)
Cute guy: What are you doing?
Me: I had a thought and it went away. ... I miss it so.
Also, I still can't seem to program a damn VCR without screwing it up. What I need is one that reads my mind and records appropriately. Or better yet, one that reads my mind and conjures into existence the TV shows as I want it on a videotape. This way, I could get episodes of Supernatural with better plots and more stripping Winchesters and episodes of Project Runway where 35D really is a den of sin and it's not just in my sordid imaginary world. :)
Meanwhile, the cute guy with the steady girlfriend and the little girl? Yeah, still cute. And he spent half the night making me die laughing and getting a kick out of it. Most of the teasing felt suspiciously like flirting. *headsmack* I swear to God, I'm going to start making up some truly terrible dead baby jokes starring Cupid as the dead baby if this crap keeps up. (I don't chase after guys in serious relationships, but this is just distracting bcause if he weren't hooked up, I'd be all over him in a heartbeat.)
Oh, I almost forgot tonight's amusing quote:
(As I stand there dazed and confused trying to remember what I was about to do)
Cute guy: What are you doing?
Me: I had a thought and it went away. ... I miss it so.
Also, I still can't seem to program a damn VCR without screwing it up. What I need is one that reads my mind and records appropriately. Or better yet, one that reads my mind and conjures into existence the TV shows as I want it on a videotape. This way, I could get episodes of Supernatural with better plots and more stripping Winchesters and episodes of Project Runway where 35D really is a den of sin and it's not just in my sordid imaginary world. :)
