Woah!
So I was just asked by livejournal if I wanted to revert to my saved draft.... woah! This must be a new feature. Autosave. Pshaw. Back in my day, if we closed the browser for some reason we'd have to rewrite the entire entry from memory. Right before walking to school barefoot. Uphill. Both ways.
So anyway, this isn't my saved entry. F that noise. Right now MySpace is all fucked up and "undergoing maintenance" and since I can't entertain myself with my most favorite inane site, I'll have to do livejournal instead. Ooooh! Dis! Take that, LJ!
So I was sitting in the conference room at work today, while the boss had stepped out for a bit, and Brett said "Did you know your hair is blue?". And I said, "It's purple! And yes, I knew that". And then he was all like "it must have taken a while to bleach your hair enough to dye it purple, is it just that one part? I used to bleach my hair to make it blonde, too" (he's got even darker hair than me). And I was like, "Yeah, you probably looked like a rapist, too". I really have no idea where I was going with that story, I was just rambling. Because I can't say some things that I really want to say about work, so I'm going to say meaningless things instead.
So. Yeah. I have a very important career decision to make soon. It's stressing me out. And I wish I could post about it, but I can't. Nondisclosure and all that. Damn. If only I had a real, non-public journal, then I could vent more easily.
Other than work stuff, nothing to report on. Hey, since Stefeny will read this : SHIZZAM! And I love you. Bwahahahahahahaha! We 'bout to get crunk up in this piece.
So anyway, this isn't my saved entry. F that noise. Right now MySpace is all fucked up and "undergoing maintenance" and since I can't entertain myself with my most favorite inane site, I'll have to do livejournal instead. Ooooh! Dis! Take that, LJ!
So I was sitting in the conference room at work today, while the boss had stepped out for a bit, and Brett said "Did you know your hair is blue?". And I said, "It's purple! And yes, I knew that". And then he was all like "it must have taken a while to bleach your hair enough to dye it purple, is it just that one part? I used to bleach my hair to make it blonde, too" (he's got even darker hair than me). And I was like, "Yeah, you probably looked like a rapist, too". I really have no idea where I was going with that story, I was just rambling. Because I can't say some things that I really want to say about work, so I'm going to say meaningless things instead.
So. Yeah. I have a very important career decision to make soon. It's stressing me out. And I wish I could post about it, but I can't. Nondisclosure and all that. Damn. If only I had a real, non-public journal, then I could vent more easily.
Other than work stuff, nothing to report on. Hey, since Stefeny will read this : SHIZZAM! And I love you. Bwahahahahahahaha! We 'bout to get crunk up in this piece.