Dear phone: please stop ringing.
I'm trying to work-- seriously, I am. It's just that it's difficult to do detail-oriented tasks like reconciling large vendor accounts when you've got to answer the phone every two minutes for the receptionist because she's busy.
So, quickly-- the "say ten things to random people on your friendslist but don't say who" meme. An oldie, but a goodie.
1. The reason I haven't called you yet is because you're such a drama queen.
2. I get the feeling that if you and I lived closer together, we'd be inseperable.
3. I'm going to meet you soon, and I can't wait!
4. You're honestly one of the most attractive people I've ever seen. Even your candids look like professional modeling shots. I get a little quivery in the girlie bits when I see them. I am forever grateful that you live on another continent.
5. Your life can't possibly be that bad. Rant about the big stuff, not every insignificant annoyance you come across, please, because I've honestly ceased to care.
6. Why won't you ever look me in the eye?
7. You'd get more dates if you moved. I think it's your location that's holding you back.
8. I get the feeling your journal should be called 'Hypochondriac of the Week.'
9. You make me laugh so hard-- it's so welcome and needed.
10. Thank you for giving thoughtful advice free of preachiness. It's exactly what I need.
In other words, I took a cab from the metro today because the M9 was being a punkass. Taped to the back of the driver's seat was a whole treatise on transubstantiation. It included supposedly scientific bits about five different blood types, and how wine can literally become blood, based on the work of a monk around 800 ad who apparently prayed for (and received) such a miracle. It ended, in big, bold letters, with "If you have not drunk the true blood of Christ, you are not yet saved!" Mmm, tasty blood. It was both fascinating and a little creepy.
Also, I got a call from my mother this morning. She saw my sister's MySpace. Her take: "She says she's into sex and drugs. How can that be? I don't understand why she says these things. They can't be true!" Dear mom, head --> desk. Denial is not just a river in Egypt. Kthx.
So, quickly-- the "say ten things to random people on your friendslist but don't say who" meme. An oldie, but a goodie.
1. The reason I haven't called you yet is because you're such a drama queen.
2. I get the feeling that if you and I lived closer together, we'd be inseperable.
3. I'm going to meet you soon, and I can't wait!
4. You're honestly one of the most attractive people I've ever seen. Even your candids look like professional modeling shots. I get a little quivery in the girlie bits when I see them. I am forever grateful that you live on another continent.
5. Your life can't possibly be that bad. Rant about the big stuff, not every insignificant annoyance you come across, please, because I've honestly ceased to care.
6. Why won't you ever look me in the eye?
7. You'd get more dates if you moved. I think it's your location that's holding you back.
8. I get the feeling your journal should be called 'Hypochondriac of the Week.'
9. You make me laugh so hard-- it's so welcome and needed.
10. Thank you for giving thoughtful advice free of preachiness. It's exactly what I need.
In other words, I took a cab from the metro today because the M9 was being a punkass. Taped to the back of the driver's seat was a whole treatise on transubstantiation. It included supposedly scientific bits about five different blood types, and how wine can literally become blood, based on the work of a monk around 800 ad who apparently prayed for (and received) such a miracle. It ended, in big, bold letters, with "If you have not drunk the true blood of Christ, you are not yet saved!" Mmm, tasty blood. It was both fascinating and a little creepy.
Also, I got a call from my mother this morning. She saw my sister's MySpace. Her take: "She says she's into sex and drugs. How can that be? I don't understand why she says these things. They can't be true!" Dear mom, head --> desk. Denial is not just a river in Egypt. Kthx.