Tuesday, September 30, 2003
So Sunday, Esteban performed yet another feat of extraordinary magic with scrambled eggs (and God has apparently granted me with super human powers to resist the urge to write “eggstrordinary magic”, which is probably best for all involved). I don’t even know what it is, but his scrambled eggs are perfect. PERFECT. What is more, […]
Sunday, September 28, 2003
Someone somewhere else in the cube farm just let loose with this total wicked laugh. Like “Mua ha hahahahaHA!” Only, it was their real laugh. Regardless, I almost peed my pants. I had no idea that I worked with Snively Whiplash, who is apparently a woman in peri menopause. Also, yesterday I was called into […]
Thursday, September 25, 2003
Holy hell, that snakehead fish thing? Is that not the freakiest ass thing you’ve ever seen in your life? And it’s carnivorous and also can somehow walk on land? Because God couldn’t give the people of Wisconsin enough nightmares with Jeffrey Dahmer and Ed Gein (which was, by the way, my suggestion for a design […]
Tuesday, September 23, 2003
So the car. On Saturday morning, Esteban and I woke up early and proceeded to empty the remnants of the last four years of my life from the Monte. The trunk’ was a nightmare. Seriously. Quilting things, many roving golf balls of various girly shades, some very disturbing things from Stuckey’s that have been in […]
Monday, September 22, 2003
Just a quick bloggy style update. Opus is coming back! My email isn’t working! In case of emergency, you can use woohoo funky at sign thingy new dot rr dot com. It’s apparently been down for several days. I just thought I had b.o. or something and no one loved me. Yes, I’m irrational sometimes. […]
Friday, September 19, 2003
Esteban : So, I was on Fark the other day and I saw this thing about this girl who had been having sex with her boyfriend and then she went to work after that. And she had her dildo in her purse. So she’s in her office and the dildo falls out and rolls across […]
Wednesday, September 17, 2003
Carissa, Penny and I went out to lunch and now I have Dick Cheney breath. And then, I realized that I probably shouldn’t mention that to anyone else. It just goes to prove, though, that almost anything sounds bad if you put Dick Cheney’s name in front of it. Which should tell you something right […]
Tuesday, September 16, 2003
I woke up Saturday morning at 9 something because I had an early morning hair appointment with Staci. Esteban originally had wanted to look all nice for car shopping, but I pointed out that it was raining and yucky outside and it just didn’t make sense. He opted for a nice shirt and jeans and […]
Monday, September 15, 2003
On Friday, Esteban began to search in earnest for a replacement for the Monte. He really loves the thrill of the chase, in such a way that it scares me. As I mentioned in the previous entry, he is more concerned with a good deal than what I really really love. Thus, I began my […]
Friday, September 12, 2003
From all outward appearances, I look like an adult. Seriously, I think I pull the charade off very well. I have many bits of plastic that tell the world that I am trustworthy with money. I own a house. I manage to keep it clean, or at least do my half (if not more) of […]
