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And now, Updates.
Seymour: STILL ALIVE! Y'all, don't tell anyone cause it's a secret, but I've gotten attached to the little guy. After all I did to kill him, I just gotta admire his damn persistence. He's fat and happy and I've um, maybe been looking at buying him a bigger fishtank for christmas. WHAT. Fish need love, too.
Love life: What is this love of which you speak? The guy my co-worker wanted to hook me up with wasn't able to come out last week, and the other guys that were there were just, no. Kind of skeevy and too slicked up for me, and too interested in getting my phone number after a couple hours of meaningless chitchat. No, thank you. Moving on.
Potatoes: Lyra still no have more potato.
Work Crazy: I have this whole story to share about how Marguerite is trying to set me up with the guy downstairs at the deli who runs the cash register. It's been going on two months now and has seriously escalated in recent days to the point where she will sneak down there and have him call me on my extension to ask me when I am coming to say hello to him, because he cannot remember what I look like. I have been forced to have them deliver my tuna and avocado on croissant to avoid having to walk in there. It's pretty funny, all told, because Marguerite is crazy and um, I'm not going to go out with the guy from the deli, no matter that Marguerite got matching socks for us. (Yes, really.)
The I.T. guy here at work was showing me the internet hit counter today. Apparently there was one day last week when I took the cake, with 11,000+ hits. Compared to the next person with, oh, 5,000. Today I was third, thank god. While we were perusing, I realized that he could easily click a button to tell him exactly every single website that I visit in a single day. It is only a matter of time before he finds this LJ. It's probably a good thing he and I are friends and -- *waves* to Tech -- he will never EVER mention to me if he is reading this. OR TO ANYONE ELSE.
Fannish: Working on Yuletide story, pondering the fact this LJ has had no fannish content in months. Sigh. I watch tv, I swear! It's just dealing with all these fish and potatoes can really make a girl tired.
Tonight: Going to the black tie fundraiser where, last year, I met Sam the Cop. Here's hoping to keep a lower profile and getting less drunk.
Men to Swear Off: Beards and Guns.
Seymour: STILL ALIVE! Y'all, don't tell anyone cause it's a secret, but I've gotten attached to the little guy. After all I did to kill him, I just gotta admire his damn persistence. He's fat and happy and I've um, maybe been looking at buying him a bigger fishtank for christmas. WHAT. Fish need love, too.
Love life: What is this love of which you speak? The guy my co-worker wanted to hook me up with wasn't able to come out last week, and the other guys that were there were just, no. Kind of skeevy and too slicked up for me, and too interested in getting my phone number after a couple hours of meaningless chitchat. No, thank you. Moving on.
Potatoes: Lyra still no have more potato.
Work Crazy: I have this whole story to share about how Marguerite is trying to set me up with the guy downstairs at the deli who runs the cash register. It's been going on two months now and has seriously escalated in recent days to the point where she will sneak down there and have him call me on my extension to ask me when I am coming to say hello to him, because he cannot remember what I look like. I have been forced to have them deliver my tuna and avocado on croissant to avoid having to walk in there. It's pretty funny, all told, because Marguerite is crazy and um, I'm not going to go out with the guy from the deli, no matter that Marguerite got matching socks for us. (Yes, really.)
The I.T. guy here at work was showing me the internet hit counter today. Apparently there was one day last week when I took the cake, with 11,000+ hits. Compared to the next person with, oh, 5,000. Today I was third, thank god. While we were perusing, I realized that he could easily click a button to tell him exactly every single website that I visit in a single day. It is only a matter of time before he finds this LJ. It's probably a good thing he and I are friends and -- *waves* to Tech -- he will never EVER mention to me if he is reading this. OR TO ANYONE ELSE.
Fannish: Working on Yuletide story, pondering the fact this LJ has had no fannish content in months. Sigh. I watch tv, I swear! It's just dealing with all these fish and potatoes can really make a girl tired.
Tonight: Going to the black tie fundraiser where, last year, I met Sam the Cop. Here's hoping to keep a lower profile and getting less drunk.
Men to Swear Off: Beards and Guns.