And that, ladies and gentlemen, sums up my day at work.

Me: *walks out of work into the parking lot while reading a paperback*
Me: *glances at tires before getting into car*
Me: *notices car smells like cigarettes*
Me: (without looking up from paperback) "I'm in the wrong car, aren't I?"
Me: *sighs*
Me: *gets out of car and walks two spaces over to get into my OWN car*

For the record, it wasn't THAT good a paperback.

Yeah, like I needed more proof that I'm turning into my mom.

The cat in this icon, Tucker, is very sweet and lovable but a bit of a pest. His current obsession is trying to figure out how much fun it's going to be when he finally figures out how to sit on top of my parents' new ginormous flatscreen TV. If either one of them has a heart attack anytime soon, this will be why.

Anyway, I was talking to my brother about how much where they've switched him to at work sucks big sweaty donkey balls, and Tucker and my mom were in the same room with him. My brother has been whining about this job switch since day one, and my parents aren't exactly being sympathetic.

Me: *hearing a noise on the other end of the phone* What's going on?
Bryan: Oh, nothing. Tucker's trying to knock things off my desk.
Mom: *yelling at the cat in the background*
Bryan: Heh. Mom hates Tucker.
Me: Oh, she does not. Tucker's just like you. She loves you, but Jesus, would you stop doing that annoying thing you're doing and LISTEN for a minute?
Bryan: *dies laughing*
Me: What?
Bryan: Mom just said, "I don't hate Tucker. Tucker's just like you. I love you, but could you shut up and LISTEN for a minute?!"
Me: ... *headdesk*

In other news, I'm skipping work tonight. Bah. Stupid job. I'm sore all over and I'd rather be home writing fanfic anyway.

I also picked up a new notebook at Borders yesterday (yeah, 'cause I need one, right?), a three-hundred-page graph paper one with this black fake-leather cover. I have something like three or four smaller ones like it, but I wanted that one to use it to write a novel-length story by hand just for fun. HEE. Pretty. *snuggles it*

That should go over well tomorrow night.

I just remembered that I still have the key for the lockbox at work with all of the box cutters in it, meaning nobody's going to be able to get into it tonight.

I'd feel guilty, but I'm about to make myself a cherry limeade and write porn, so. \0/

EDIT: Also, you know you're developed a reputation at work when the lesbian comes running up to you as soon as you get in and says, "Look! Electric City (the local free newspaper) did a 'Gay in NEPA' issue!" because she knows you'll spazz. HEE. :)

Once upon a time there was a dinosaur. And he had a big head and little arms. The end.

For mcee, because unlike most of the people whom I’ve seen engaging in her default icon drabble meme, my default icon isn’t something fannish, it’s ... you know, a flailing dinosaur. Heh. :)

Anyway, a quick Addison/Alex kidficlet, which I’m sure she’d appreciate more.

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( This way, punks ... )