||[Jun. 20th, 2007|03:23 pm]
Whole lotta labia.
|[||how ya feelin'?
How many things make a post?
- Proof that you people are a bad influence: When in the Target, should you find yourself walking past the book racks at a good clip and catch the title of one out of the corner of your eye.. rest assured it actually says "Sudoku Overload." It does not say "Bukkake Overload." Trust me on this.
- I bought myself a case of Bud Light with this one: WHAT THE TAPDANCING FUCK IS UP WITH THE FOOD THEIVES IN THIS PLACE?! I put my lunch in the freezer. I go to cook it? Gone. I figure hey, whatever, lots of people bring in pre-packaged frozen entrees, maybe someone made an honest mistake. I label my next attempt. FUCKING GONE. Dude. Do not steal the pregnant lady's food. That's just fucking mean. I had some choice things to say. I did.
- This office gets weirder all the time: I can't think of a time when I've been absolutely certain that my workday called for fake eyelashes with glitter and rhinestones along the lid line. But apparently that nice woman in the call center has. Apparently it's a daily thing with her. I just... wow. They're gorgeous, don't get me wrong, but it's a good day around here if I've upgraded from ChapStick to actual real live lipgloss. I'm a bad girly girl.
- Keep it to yourself, buddy: I understand that all kinds of functions happen in a restroom. I do. Everyone has bodily waste and everyone has to get rid of it. But dude, in a restroom used by a large office staff, many of whom are actually in stalls adjoining yours at this very moment could you maybe keep the grunting to yourself? Just a thought.
You long for these bits of randomness, you know you do. And now? Documentation.