Hot!!!Hot hot!!!

I had a cool time last night, lots of strange stuff going on...

Like we got new people in for the critique BECAUSE of the bad City Pages article..I joked we should have a new slogan: "Bring us the head of Michael Fallon!" (And I did get a little teased about that footrub reference. *Siiiigh.* A friend told me I should play it up; people would swarm, she says. Yeah, but I'd be rubbing feet al day long!!!)

My friend Shaun got laid off--no warning, no severance. And was being hit on last night at drinks by this lovely woman from Rhode Island, until I (socially inept moi) pointed out that the lady involved had a wedding ring the size of my backpack. Oops:)

I had a bit of dinner with a new friend, and had a fun time, eating burrito stuff and trying to read Mexican soda bottles...

Now 4 people want eyeball-rocks. I'm charging them. Hooha! Who's yer mommy?


Ms Eff. Maybe later I'll tell a funny story...but have to work for a while. How dare they make me work for money...*grin*

*Giggle*

I've been peeking at a few old LJ parties my friend Cyn put up...

Click me for seriously strange fun!

I love it when the posts spiral out of control...

Midday doldrums...

And I have the Whys:
(Which I often have answers for, but that doesn't keep the why's away.)

Why can't I go home and decoupage something?
Why do I never have enough copy paper?
Why do I have this fatal attraction to Sharpie Markers?
Why do I want chocolate even when I've had a lovely lunch complete with lemonade?
Why do I miss neglectful friends?
Why am I still haunted by the gibbering specter of class? (gibber gibber gibber)
Why am I so bothered by how much or how little money I make?
Why do I want things that are bad for me?
(Cheap clothes, cheesecake, feather boas and pizza rolls come to mind)
Why are my friends being laid off left right and center?
Why do I have to look at W. Bush's face every time I turn around?
Why whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy?

*Whew* PMS, methinks.


I think I need a tea and chocolate break.

Ms Eff, sneaking down to the breakroom...

....Unkie Phill's visiting me...

...My friend Phill's last day at work is tomorrow.

(he's poking me right now, the evil little bastard. Quit it!! Now he's trying to put tacks on my stool!!! I ain't standing up, no sirree!)

Someone at work has a birthday--24 years old.(That's so cute!)

Unckie Phill: "Yeah..I remember being that old...My old pal Scabby once made a cake out mashed potatoes when he turned 24..."

Me; "Eew."

(Unckie Phill mutters something unwholesome about Saigon--or was it Singapore?)

Me: "You're a vile little man, Phill."

(Unckie Phill starts rambling about the stripper that was in the mashed potato cake...
and I start making retching noises.)

Me: "Get off my counter!!!EEW!EEW!"

(UnckiePhill rambles some more--something about the stripper in the mashed potato cake being a shipping buddy of his...and something about a diaper. I reeeeallly don't want to hear UnciePhill's Brownie McGuinness Stories again!!!!)

Me: Scuse me a minute...

(there is a brief scuffle)

(UnckiePhill sits on the counter with a mouth covered in clear packing tape.)


Anyway, you can wish him luck ...
over here.


Ms Eff, who will miss having lunch with her friend...but at least her butt is safe from tacks now...