Changes
I got journalistic permission to write this entry, which I'll get to.
Work was vandalized overnight. Two mysterious mischief makers threw paperwork around offices, stacked books in the center of floors, put assorted cutlery
from the kitchen in various interview rooms, stole and threw around therapy toys and games, stole a cd player, etc. They left consents all over my office floor, put my essential sheets in the shred bin and stole a pumpkin from Lois's desk.
The perpetrators are on the run right now after accidentally revealing themselves. They stole $ 200 bucks from an IOP office and vandalized the place
after hiding in a client bathroom till the clinic was shut down last night. They stole the keys from the office, knowing exactly where to look. The police are here now.
I'm about to shed my skin, internet-wise. I have a new livejournal that I've been tinkering with over the past week, and a new Yahoo email address to replace my 13 year old current address. Time for a change. I even ate something other than my two usuals for lunch today.
My buddy told me a tale of woe this morning, and I asked for permission to put it online. To protect his pride, we'll call him Cornelius Riddle.
Awhile back, his longtime girlfriend Daphne broke up with him and he embarked on a quest to forget her with a bevy of mindless sluts.
When that well dried up, he remembered that Daphne was amazing and vaguely tried to get her back, only to uncover to his horror that she had moved on. Being a guy, he was horrified that some other guy was even casually dating her, despite the fact that he himself had anal sex with a one night stand the day after Daphne left him. Cornelius told himself that there was still time...it's not like Daphne was serious about this guy, right ?
He called her over the weekend.
It went something like this.
( out of breath ) " Hello ? "
" Daphne ? Hey, it's Cornelius."
" Oh( long pause )...hey."
" Whatcha doin' ? "
" Nothing, just laying in bed. It's late. "
( really long pause ) " He's there, isn't he ? "
" Yep."
" But I thought you were in bed ? "
" I am."
Wow, that's tough. Who picks up the phone during ? Daphne sent him a pity email asking him how he was, and he read his response to me. I helped him, deleting certain words that would make him sound more casual and less cold, stiff and mortified. Yeah, I'm the new Hitch.
Work was vandalized overnight. Two mysterious mischief makers threw paperwork around offices, stacked books in the center of floors, put assorted cutlery
from the kitchen in various interview rooms, stole and threw around therapy toys and games, stole a cd player, etc. They left consents all over my office floor, put my essential sheets in the shred bin and stole a pumpkin from Lois's desk.
The perpetrators are on the run right now after accidentally revealing themselves. They stole $ 200 bucks from an IOP office and vandalized the place
after hiding in a client bathroom till the clinic was shut down last night. They stole the keys from the office, knowing exactly where to look. The police are here now.
I'm about to shed my skin, internet-wise. I have a new livejournal that I've been tinkering with over the past week, and a new Yahoo email address to replace my 13 year old current address. Time for a change. I even ate something other than my two usuals for lunch today.
My buddy told me a tale of woe this morning, and I asked for permission to put it online. To protect his pride, we'll call him Cornelius Riddle.
Awhile back, his longtime girlfriend Daphne broke up with him and he embarked on a quest to forget her with a bevy of mindless sluts.
When that well dried up, he remembered that Daphne was amazing and vaguely tried to get her back, only to uncover to his horror that she had moved on. Being a guy, he was horrified that some other guy was even casually dating her, despite the fact that he himself had anal sex with a one night stand the day after Daphne left him. Cornelius told himself that there was still time...it's not like Daphne was serious about this guy, right ?
He called her over the weekend.
It went something like this.
( out of breath ) " Hello ? "
" Daphne ? Hey, it's Cornelius."
" Oh( long pause )...hey."
" Whatcha doin' ? "
" Nothing, just laying in bed. It's late. "
( really long pause ) " He's there, isn't he ? "
" Yep."
" But I thought you were in bed ? "
" I am."
Wow, that's tough. Who picks up the phone during ? Daphne sent him a pity email asking him how he was, and he read his response to me. I helped him, deleting certain words that would make him sound more casual and less cold, stiff and mortified. Yeah, I'm the new Hitch.