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[02 Sep 2009|11:11am] |
I saw a blimp yesterday.
(Alexis said it was probably over the Mets game.)
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[15 May 2009|03:01pm] |
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I've realized that my life won't be complete until I have my very own monster truck.
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| Hey! |
[14 Jan 2009|02:55pm] |
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I saw a blimp!
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| No. |
[20 Oct 2008|12:56pm] |
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I keep getting ads on my Hotmail account from MSN asking, "Are you a PC?"
No, goddamnit. I'm not a PC, nor am I a Honda, a pair of Levi's, or a tube of LightsOut brand roofies.
If you make a halfway decent product that I need, I'll likely buy it. That doesn't make me a part of some idiot club.
I know that Brand Identification is nothing new. It's just gotten more irritating lately.
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| My phone's weird. |
[17 Oct 2008|04:24pm] |
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Maybe the predictive text thing just needs to learn more words. When I typed in "birthday" a few minutes ago, the two options it gave me as a likely word to follow it were "negro" and "ASSHOLE."
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| Update! |
[21 Jul 2008|01:05pm] |
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Bought a new hat yesterday. It's pretty cool.
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| Dammit! |
[14 May 2008|12:44pm] |
My employer has blocked Cracked.com, one of my favorite timekillers. Apparently it's been tagged as 'Adult/ Sexually explicit,' which it isn't.
I suppose the only humor deemed appropriate now is based on the premise that if cats could compose sentences, they'd probably exhibit poor grammar and spelling skills.
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| The Curious Matter Of Shaw's Flipside Ticket |
[17 Jan 2007|01:39pm] |
Despite XT making it simple enough for a low-watt imbecile to accomplish, I recently demonstrated my complete inability to put two pieces of paper in, and a stamp on, an envelope, and place said in one of those blue metal postey robots.
Now, it turns out, I've possibly gone and lost the damn money order as well. We may have to go back to the methods used early in my schooling, when my mom and teachers actually worked out a system of safety-pinning permission slips to me so that I wouldn't leave them on the bus or do whatever the christ I managed to with them. I halfway suspect that, somewhere in Laguna Beach, there's an unintentional time capsule full of Please Excuse Matthew From Class Todays and other various bits of correspondence crammed in a tree or a cat or something.
Some days I can take care of things.
Some days, I swear, I'm afraid that if I leave the house unsupervised, I'm going to stagger back a week later with crabs, no car, and a handful of magic beans.
I don't know.
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| Nothin' |
[08 Nov 2006|04:58pm] |
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Absolutely nothing to do here at work today. Both bosses are out as well.
Jeezy Chreezy, I swear I'm about to pull the Go Home Early Handle and get the hell out of here before the firemen show up.
It turns out seven hours is about my limit for nonstop horsing around on the internet. I've read just about every funny blog I can find, checked out dozens of islands on Google Maps for no good reason. Contemplated picking fights on the email lists to pass the time, then decided that maybe I might want to hold off on that for now. They are pretty funny when they get all snippy with each other, though.
I guess I'm not as bored as I could be, I still can't bring myself to go get involved in the gunfight on the Gigsville list.
Allright, I get to leave soon.
Hey, should I post neat places I found on the map thing?
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[29 Sep 2006|09:43am] |
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Biscuits and Gravy, Dammit!
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