my roommie has a cold. i may or may not be coming down with one myself. tired, yes. sniffles, yes. hungry, has nothing to do with colds, i just haven't had lunch yet.
it is now december, which means we have hit the slowtimes at the office. do not be surprised if i update my journal more than once a day. or my facebook more than twelve.
the christmas trees in the lobby of my work fortress have hanukka ornaments on them. i just noticed this now.
i kind of wish i hadn't read all of those walking dead graphic novels. i think i'd be more on edge with the show and thereby enjoying it more. not that i don't love it. i do. but knowing who's going to live and who's joining the ranks is not as exciting.
having a bad hair day. *shrug* it goes with my bad green sweater. all hail coordination!
now that i have snow tires, i love snow. bring it. it's pretty. look outside. it's smiling at you.
oh jinkies, here comes the office librarian. what is is going to be today? broken water heater or friends with gastric bypass surgery? hedge your bets!
neither. it was sausage recipes.
you know that whole thing where they've done scientific studies to find out if plants like music and, if so, which music they like? i go back and forth on believing this. i think it would be easier to believe if they liked the carpenters. i don't know why, but it seems like something plants would like.
i told one of my co-workers to grow a handlebar mustache. he laughed, but i don't think he's going to do it.
okay, seriously. what's up with wiki leaks? what's happening here? what is this?
*snort* peglegasus.
i gotta stop eating pie for a while. i'm getting a case of the wides. and a case of the saccharine addiction. and a case of the "i'm too lazy to make food / there's pie / i'll just have pie."
okay, now i'm just getting silly. this isn't a real journal entry, this is just amusing myself.
you know. like normal.
it is now december, which means we have hit the slowtimes at the office. do not be surprised if i update my journal more than once a day. or my facebook more than twelve.
the christmas trees in the lobby of my work fortress have hanukka ornaments on them. i just noticed this now.
i kind of wish i hadn't read all of those walking dead graphic novels. i think i'd be more on edge with the show and thereby enjoying it more. not that i don't love it. i do. but knowing who's going to live and who's joining the ranks is not as exciting.
having a bad hair day. *shrug* it goes with my bad green sweater. all hail coordination!
now that i have snow tires, i love snow. bring it. it's pretty. look outside. it's smiling at you.
oh jinkies, here comes the office librarian. what is is going to be today? broken water heater or friends with gastric bypass surgery? hedge your bets!
neither. it was sausage recipes.
you know that whole thing where they've done scientific studies to find out if plants like music and, if so, which music they like? i go back and forth on believing this. i think it would be easier to believe if they liked the carpenters. i don't know why, but it seems like something plants would like.
i told one of my co-workers to grow a handlebar mustache. he laughed, but i don't think he's going to do it.
okay, seriously. what's up with wiki leaks? what's happening here? what is this?
*snort* peglegasus.
i gotta stop eating pie for a while. i'm getting a case of the wides. and a case of the saccharine addiction. and a case of the "i'm too lazy to make food / there's pie / i'll just have pie."
okay, now i'm just getting silly. this isn't a real journal entry, this is just amusing myself.
you know. like normal.