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apocalypsosYou know when the grandfather in Lost Boys says he doesn't need a television because he gets the TV Guide? I don't have a TV, but I have 202 DVDs and over seven hundred people on my friends list, so I manage. :)
Mt. St. Helens is supposed to be all glowing with lava. Well, you can ... uh, kinda see it. *pokes web cam* You'll forgive me if I'm seeing something a little more keychain flashlight and a little less like the Disney Light Parade float I was hoping for.
Also, I'm going to throttle the next guy at work who thinks he's being polite by picking up any box bigger than five pounds because I'm a woman and women should have to carry heavy boxes. You know what? For almost twenty years, I had to carry twenty-five pound bags of cat litter into our house on a regular basis. As tiny as I am, I can be a freakin' pack animal when I have to be. And considering that I spend most of the day sitting at a desk in front of the computer and then come home to do the same, I'd appreciate it if I could be allowed to pick up a few ten-pound boxes all by my weak, vagina-saddled self. Jesus.
And while I'm at it, the same guy who insisted on moving boxes for me like I'm a goddamn toddler because I'm apparently so weak also had the gall to tell me that I should stop eating so much junk or I was going to blow up like a balloon. Gee, how polite. First off, I've never weighed more than 140 pounds in my life, and only then after I gained the freshman fifteen in college, and secondly, maybe I'd have an easier time being the skinniest girl working at the station if you'd respect my decision and stop moving my fucking boxes.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaand then I threw boxes at his head. Or I did, in my head, using a very large, mechanical catapult.
Oh, and Bill O'Reilly's getting sued for sexual harrassment, so he sued back. I know it's Bill O'Reilly and I think he's an ass anyway, but 60 million dollars? Ron and Fez had a point tonight when they were talking about it and said the people whose families died on September 11th didn't even get that much. Then they started joking about it at the same time I was entering the information into the computer for an airway bill to South Africa, they started cracking wise about dildos and masturbating, and somewhere in the middle of all of that, I mistyped Pretoria as "Pretoris". There's something I really needed to know about myself ... talking about sex around me while I'm typing will cause me to make spelling errors that rhyme with sexual vocabulary words.
Mt. St. Helens is supposed to be all glowing with lava. Well, you can ... uh, kinda see it. *pokes web cam* You'll forgive me if I'm seeing something a little more keychain flashlight and a little less like the Disney Light Parade float I was hoping for.
Also, I'm going to throttle the next guy at work who thinks he's being polite by picking up any box bigger than five pounds because I'm a woman and women should have to carry heavy boxes. You know what? For almost twenty years, I had to carry twenty-five pound bags of cat litter into our house on a regular basis. As tiny as I am, I can be a freakin' pack animal when I have to be. And considering that I spend most of the day sitting at a desk in front of the computer and then come home to do the same, I'd appreciate it if I could be allowed to pick up a few ten-pound boxes all by my weak, vagina-saddled self. Jesus.
And while I'm at it, the same guy who insisted on moving boxes for me like I'm a goddamn toddler because I'm apparently so weak also had the gall to tell me that I should stop eating so much junk or I was going to blow up like a balloon. Gee, how polite. First off, I've never weighed more than 140 pounds in my life, and only then after I gained the freshman fifteen in college, and secondly, maybe I'd have an easier time being the skinniest girl working at the station if you'd respect my decision and stop moving my fucking boxes.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaand then I threw boxes at his head. Or I did, in my head, using a very large, mechanical catapult.
Oh, and Bill O'Reilly's getting sued for sexual harrassment, so he sued back. I know it's Bill O'Reilly and I think he's an ass anyway, but 60 million dollars? Ron and Fez had a point tonight when they were talking about it and said the people whose families died on September 11th didn't even get that much. Then they started joking about it at the same time I was entering the information into the computer for an airway bill to South Africa, they started cracking wise about dildos and masturbating, and somewhere in the middle of all of that, I mistyped Pretoria as "Pretoris". There's something I really needed to know about myself ... talking about sex around me while I'm typing will cause me to make spelling errors that rhyme with sexual vocabulary words.
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Re: Third/fourth paragraphs
Date: 2004-10-13 08:18 pm (UTC)How's that for a example of how biased those guys at work are?
Re: Third/fourth paragraphs
Date: 2004-10-14 05:50 am (UTC)The only one I really let carry anything for me is the Grouch, and that's only because I'm usually carrying the boxes to him.
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Date: 2004-10-13 09:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-13 11:58 pm (UTC)Bill O'Reilly......vibrators and phone sex.....HELP!!! BRAIN IMPLODING!!!!! MUST COMMIT SUICIDE BEFORE THOUGHTS BECOME TOO TERRIBLE!!!!
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Date: 2004-10-14 05:53 am (UTC)Not to mention how many of his callers treat her like she's a prop. Then again, she mostly parrots whatever O'Reilly says, so maybe she really is a prop.
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Date: 2004-10-14 09:59 am (UTC)