So, to sum up:
My cell phone won't work in the office.
IM has been disabled.
Internet access is sketchy at best.
I have a mountain of filing that's taller than I am.
I've mentally perfected the Lite Jazz drinking game.
To reach me, email me at my address in my profile, and I'll give you super secret VIP access. (i.e. my work email & phone number)
Repeat mantra: THIS IS PAYING FOR MY VACATION, DAMMIT.
Well, damn crappy technology anyway. Anyway, I'm not sure what the message here is, beyond 'get your damn work done' but the WAY the message was delivered was pretty damn loud & clear.
Space Kitty, at
3/31/2005 2:01 PMcareful how you organise your vowels when playing the lite jazz drinking game, kitty.
lee, at
3/31/2005 10:51 PMWe're going to have to start posting about nipples again, aren't we?
Kimberly, at
4/04/2005 11:20 AMThis comment has been removed by a blog administrator.
Kimberly, at
4/04/2005 11:20 AMNow you've done it! You've released the Kraken!
(I plan on updating tonight. Hee)
Space Kitty, at
4/04/2005 11:38 AMOne time, a sasquatch followed me home from school. I must have been 8 or so at the time. It was about 8 feet tall and probably weighed 500 pounds from all of the sinewy muscles packed onto its frame. Therefore it dwarfed me as it shadowed me on the walk down J street...
(looks up)
Oh, you posted. This means I no longer have to make my own entertainment. I will continue the sasquatch story another time.
Bone, at
4/05/2005 12:24 PM
Damn the man!
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Kimberly, at
3/31/2005 1:09 PM