... and stupid Italian restaurants are not helping me.
So today at work, we ordered Italian food from this new place, and I got shrimp scampi. Notice how I say that like I actually got the shrimp scampi. Oh, no ... apparently, this place was so fancy, you actually have to order the pasta separate or else you don't get it.
What did I get? A foil pasta tin with a ladleful of white wine sauce and five puny shrimp. You know, in the real world, shrimp scampi actually comes with the fucking pasta. *seethes*
And I'm not even going to get into the price. For the amount I paid for the shrimp scampi I didn't get, not only should it be carried to my side by Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp, it should cure cancer, cancel Third World debt, eliminate cellulite, regrow the rainforests, bring back the dodo from extinction, communicate telepathically, win the Nobel Peace Prize, travel to galaxies far, far away, and be able to tell me in at least five different languages the winning Powerball numbers for Saturday night.
Urgh. Well, at least the last couple of days without Internet in my room have killed my writer's block. It was much like killing Rasputin, apparently, in that it had to be poisoned, shot, stabbed, smothered, and drowned before it wasted away from constant email updates. Hell, maybe that's what finally killed Rasputin.
EDIT: Oh, I would get a huge pile of work the second I find out the computer I work at has been hooked up to the Internet. *headwall*
Is it time for me to go back to Pennsylvania yet? *whimpers*
So today at work, we ordered Italian food from this new place, and I got shrimp scampi. Notice how I say that like I actually got the shrimp scampi. Oh, no ... apparently, this place was so fancy, you actually have to order the pasta separate or else you don't get it.
What did I get? A foil pasta tin with a ladleful of white wine sauce and five puny shrimp. You know, in the real world, shrimp scampi actually comes with the fucking pasta. *seethes*
And I'm not even going to get into the price. For the amount I paid for the shrimp scampi I didn't get, not only should it be carried to my side by Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp, it should cure cancer, cancel Third World debt, eliminate cellulite, regrow the rainforests, bring back the dodo from extinction, communicate telepathically, win the Nobel Peace Prize, travel to galaxies far, far away, and be able to tell me in at least five different languages the winning Powerball numbers for Saturday night.
Urgh. Well, at least the last couple of days without Internet in my room have killed my writer's block. It was much like killing Rasputin, apparently, in that it had to be poisoned, shot, stabbed, smothered, and drowned before it wasted away from constant email updates. Hell, maybe that's what finally killed Rasputin.
EDIT: Oh, I would get a huge pile of work the second I find out the computer I work at has been hooked up to the Internet. *headwall*
Is it time for me to go back to Pennsylvania yet? *whimpers*
Hmmm
Date: 2004-04-15 04:47 pm (UTC)That's got to be the weirdest plot bunny to EVER bite me. It just ran in here, and now all I'm thinking about is clandestine trysts in the wine cellars of fancy restaurants.
Ooo! Someone's getting bent over a barrel of wine!
...Hey, I think that damn plot bunny stole my wallet!
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Date: 2004-04-15 04:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-15 05:15 pm (UTC)That is the quote that has made my ENTIRE DAY :D
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Date: 2004-04-15 05:50 pm (UTC)Dance my humor monkey, dance!
;)
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Date: 2004-04-15 06:40 pm (UTC)How could anyone refuse an invitation like that?
Your pony...
Date: 2004-04-15 09:07 pm (UTC)(And yes, this IS your fault... before I 'met' you, I would not be having this much fun... THANKS!)
Warning, the below link, while work safe, may cause you to claw out your eyes...
http://www.featherfire.com/meetpics/pron.html
And just for fun...
http://www.brunching.com/pornorpony.html
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Date: 2004-04-15 09:55 pm (UTC)And be amazed.
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Date: 2004-04-16 06:17 pm (UTC)