| Aww dammit
||[Aug. 30th, 2004|05:09 pm]
I did have another interesting dream last night, but I forgot it now. I could only remember glimpses of it this morning, but I had to sit in on a conference call and now all is lost. I am the only one on that call who thinks logically, and it drains me. My dream did involve FMA, I can assure you.
Other work-related news. I look quite nice today. Makes me almost think I don't need a haircut, but I know it's just tricking me. Also, I forgot to ask what was in the tortellinis, and now that I'm eating them, I still don't know. Random cheese/garlic/basil stuff I would hope. Nobody puts meat in tortellini, do they? I guess we'll know here in about 30 minutes.
OK I wrote that long ago, and had no ill effects, so... it was something random that I can eat, yes. OK. You love my pasta anecdotes.
Hey, is that a chick? Who is that? I don't even watch that show!
I am wim AND i am l0se.
What is it with Hansen?
I don't think you can get arrested for selling drugs to yourself. Especially when the 'drug' is a packet of empty pistachio shells.
Er... wow, I'm trying not to use the phrase "I wim" more than about 3 times in this post, but... i WIM! :D
Oh teh smex.
The fuck does that even mean? They spelt basilisk wrong.
What the hell am I doing?
yeah.. what that says there. And stuff!
I KNEW EVERYBODY HATED MY SHOES! YOU CAN ALL GO TO HELL! MY SHOES ARE PWN!!
Wimz wasn't an option.
Wasn't that useless.
I'm in a hellova mood. I must be jealous because all of my LJ friends are like mega talented and stuff. (That is my way of complimenting you. Yes, you! You talented so-and-so!)
In company-related email today, it used the phrase "news briefs" in a situation that would have been better suited by the term "journalistic underpants". Stupid copywriters.