Archive for November, 2006

you wish you had my friends

so yesterday i blogged about my piteously cold work environment and mere hours later kahaha wahine showed up randomly weilding a hot sandwich for me.  YEAH, you wish you had my friends.  but instead, you really should be thankful for your bowels.

because it was an EGG sandwich.  i am allergic to eggs.  but not like i-eat-nuts-then-i-die allergic.  it's more like playing russian roulette with my digestive system.

but there was SO MUCH LOVE in this sandwich!  i had to eat it.  I ATE THE LOVE!  yes, i ate that love and it was HOT, BUTTERY DELICIOUS even though i knew i would come to regret it later.

so THANK YOU, kahaha wahine, o better friend than me, for your SELFLESS ACT of BUTTERY DELICIOUSNESS!!

and i ended up not regretting it TOO much.  perhaps all that LOVE counteracted my allergy.  not something i would gamble my life on, but when it's just russian roulette with my large intestine, hell yes i'll play and eat me some DELICIOUS EGGY LOVE.

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chocolatey, peanut-buttery, flannelly hibernation

she sleeps all the time.  she dresses hideously.  she subsists on peanut m&ms and butterfingers.  and she's back.  my cave-dwelling alter-ego, the Frumpinator.  come december, it's like me in a bear suit.  i am not responsible.

i'm sitting at my desk, wearing my coat and scarf.  my nose is so cold it's running.  when i got a paper cut just now, it didn't bleed.  i'll tell you why.  my fingers were TOO DAMN COLD.  i sat there, staring at the open red cut on my sheet-white finger, thinking, I'm too cold!  I'm too freakin' cold to BLEED!  then i put on gloves and ate a cookie.

there is no problem that can't be solved with heath chocolate chip and a few more layers.

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forget the world

I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

"Chasing Cars" by Snow Patrol

love across boundaries: the self-indulging delusion that must finally be followed by an end to dreaming and the start of action.  it's a balance i am living every day.

snow patrol, i never knew you existed before.  but now, how i love you.  if only i had the moneys to buy your album.

Eyes Open
Snow Patrol

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somebody upstairs hates me… i think it’s the IT guy

but i jest.  because our IT isn't a guy, she's a gal.  and she works on the floor below mine.  and she doesn't hate me.  but i'm running out of reasons why MY WORK COMPUTER WON'T WORK.  i've been waiting for about the last ten years for the main program i use to just OPEN its ass.  what works fine is anything completely unrelated to my work duties.  like say, blogging.

that's it.  my computer's trying to get me fired.  well i have three words for it.  control.  alt.  delete.  BOOYAH!!

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