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Tuesday, November 29, 2005

A day at work.... 

skdfjla: SOUP SOUP SOUP SOUP.
sdkfjla: soup Soup SOUP
Guava421: i will spit in your SOUP SOUP SOUP SOUP.




Guava421: of course that guy walks by as i have tomoato haning out of my mouth
Guava421: though that was impressive
sdkfjla: For some reason, I'm always impressed that I can put a quart of food inside of my stomach.
Guava421: proud of ya
Guava421: i don't wanna go
sdkfjla: Who was it?
Guava421: alison
sdkfjla: Oh, that'll be fine. I thought it was the one who wasn't always back there.
sdkfjla: Well?
Guava421: oh, im not in trouble
sdkfjla: Were they discussing what great present to get for me for Christmas?
Guava421: no.
sdkfjla: Is that a "yes" smile?
sdkfjla: Damn.
sdkfjla: What were you talking about?
sdkfjla: Was it girly?
sdkfjla: I'm rather enjoying myself here.
sdkfjla: Think I'm very funny.



sdkfjla: Throw paper clips - or staples.
Guava421: ill throw you, bitch!
sdkfjla: Throw something damnit.
sdkfjla: Wasn't that a good release?
Guava421: you wont like what i pick.
sdkfjla: You'll notice that I quickly got my coffee out of there.
Guava421: damn you, carroll
sdkfjla: Too smart for those games.
Guava421: too smart for nothin!
sdkfjla: Smart enough to be enjoying my coffee - thanks, by the way.




Guava421: blah blah blah
Guava421: blah
Guava421: bleh
sdkfjla: Rant rant rant.
sdkfjla: blahblehblahbleh
Guava421: copy cat
sdkfjla: I like that change of letters.
sdkfjla: copy cat
Guava421: oh you htink you are so cut with that pen. you aret ven typing!
sdkfjla: oh you htink you are so cut with that pen. you aret ven typing!
Guava421: do not type that
sdkfjla: do no type that
Guava421: you son of a bitch
Guava421: do no type that
sdkfjla: you son of a bitch
sdkfjla: do no type taht
Guava421: you son of a bitch
Guava421: do no type taht
sdkfjla: you son of a bitch
sdkfjla: do no type taht
Guava421: you son of a bitch
Guava421: do no type taht
sdkfjla: you son of a bitch
sdkfjla: do not type that
Guava421: you son of a bitch
Guava421: do not type that
sdkfjla: you son of a bitchdo not type that
Guava421: you son of a bitchdo not type that
sdkfjla: you son of a bitchdo not type that
Guava421: you son of a bitchdo not type that
sdkfjla: you son of a bitchdo not type that
Guava421: you son of a bitchdo not type that
sdkfjla: you son of a bitchdo not type that
Guava421: you son of a bitchdo not type that
sdkfjla: you son of a bitchdo not type that
sdkfjla: you son of a bitchdo not type that
sdkfjla: you son of a bitchdo not type that
sdkfjla: you son of a bitchdo not type that
sdkfjla: you son of a bitchdo not type that
Guava421: you son of a bitchdo not type that
Guava421: you son of a bitchdo not type that
Guava421: you son of a bitchdo not type that
sdkfjla: you son of a bitchdo not type that
sdkfjla: you son of a bitchdo not type that
Guava421: you son of a bitchdo not type that
Guava421: you son of a bitchdo not type that
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sdkfjla: you son of a bitchdo not type thatsdkfjla: you son of a bitchdo not type that
Guava421: you son of a bitchdo not type that
sdkfjla: you son of a bitchdo not type that
Guava421: you son of a bitchdo not type that
Guava421: you son of a bitchdo not type that
sdkfjla: you son of a bitchdo not type that
Guava421: you son of a bitchdo not type that
sdkfjla: you son of a bitchdo not type that
Guava421: you son of a bitchdo not type that
Guava421: you son of a bitchdo not type that
sdkfjla: you son of a bitchdo not type that
Guava421: you son of a bitchdo not type that
sdkfjla: The last message was not sent because you are over the rate limit. Please wait until sending is re-enabled and send the message again.
sdkfjla: you son of a bitchdo not type that

Monday, November 14, 2005

rants and such 

right about now i am so bored i am watching 7th heaven. shhh, don't tell anyone. this show is one long public service announcement and it drives me nuts, yet it's a car accident i just can't seem to pry my eyes away from. the show actually makes me love my family more just because they aren't as crazy as the camdens. not sure that's what they were going for but whatever.

i've counted 9, yes, 9 christmas commercials in the last hour. we aren't even halfway through november! i am so anti-this whole "let's make christmas 8 months long" thing people have going on. it creates entirely too much pressure to pick out the perfect gift. don't get me wrong, i love christmas shopping for people, i love finding just the right something and feeling all excited to see them open it, but this is a bit much even for me.

on a happier note, thanksgiving is just over a week away and that means gingerbread house extraveganza! which means tons of family and friends coming over all day and making a virtual village out of candy. sure you smell like sugar for days regardless of how many showers you take, and inevitably the cats will knock over your icecream cone christmas tree, but it still is one of my favorite days all year. ok, enough for now.

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