October 23rd, 2006
|11:59 pm - Eat your heart out, Ashton.|
Someone's burning incense here tonight, which means that someone has a girl over. It also means that I'm not going into the basement, partly because I don't want to disturb/witness whatever's going on down there, but mostly because that's where my laundry is, and I'm too lazy to deal with it. Ehh, I have khakis for work tomorrow. It can wait.
Anyway, today I got to spend two hours wrapping a manager's office in aluminum foil. Yes, yes, I know we were all sending each other .AVI files of foil-wrapped cubicles in 1999, long before they became a stale YouTube cliche, but everybody can't be as internet savvy as you and I (say fellows, have you heard of something called Gopher?). We were ridiculously thorough, by which I mean I was ridiculously thorough. I'm takin' the credit for that because I'm the one who individually wrapped all the little things while everybody else was focussing on the walls and cabinets. The pièce de résistance is, of course, his desk calendar, in which all of the bookmarks Post-It!™s and the pages that separate them are carefully wrapped and still functional. Most people would think it's the wrapped cup full of wrapped pens, but trust me: it's the calendar that I'm proud of. That's art, that is.
Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: They Might Be Giants -- Got Getting Up So Down
I must say that I've never heard of this.
I can't wait to work in a place where people care enough to foil my work area.
Really? Maybe I'm just on the cutting edge of office pranks. Anyway, if anybody ever does this to me, I'm stapling their head to the ceiling.
So that's what the terrible smell was last night? I thought it was just someone's heater... maybe someone did some killing, or they where just trying to cover the cat poop smell.
RAMOOOOONE! GET THE ENZYMES!
At first, I thought your friend in the basement must be having sex with an older woman.
I don't get it.
Oh, but I am pretty sure that somebody was having sex in the basement last night.
Ashton Koosher is married to Demi Moore.
Sweet! She's not really *quite* old enough to be his mom (barring that whole teenage mom consideration), so that's only slightly creepy, right?
He's pretty cute, too. Hrm.
You kiddin'? Ashton Koosher is as ugly as sin. I know a lot of women who have a thing for Ashton Kutcher, though.
|Date:||October 25th, 2006 03:36 am (UTC)|| |
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