I'm sorry about the TVC-15
I am...
...alive
...missing the interweb a whole lot
...overworked, but for once not underpaid
...spending way too much money
...the proud owner of the prettiest Liverpool jersey I could find
...capitalising so as to get used to it for work
...skipping out of work to sleep in, then watch the Champion's League final
...hating Ottawa, everything in Ottawa, every Ottawa fan, and every Ottawa player (even Spezza! Hardcore!)
...speaking fake German
...BFF with Scott now more than ever
...greatly enjoying having Wesley around
...so, so tired
...missing listening to gangsta rap like nobody's business
...ever hopeful for Liverpool
...beyond excited to watch Wesley eat 40 of Toronto's Hottest Wings
...constantly mentally organising everything I type into a proper service request a la work
...ready to rock the FUCK out of Wesley's birthday
...exhausted by the sheer effort of updating Livejournal
But for reals, everything i type in an empty field feels like I'm at work. It's...very hard to explain, but almost upsetting. Now, instead of refolding and reorganising your laundry, I will edit your e-mails and refer to you as CMs. Perhaps I will also book you dining reservations in New York, or purchase Doodlebops Live tickets on your behalf. Yes, really. Doodlebops Live. There's a surprisingly, and equally disconcerting, high demand for Doodlebops tickets. I can't wait to take my first live call for that request, let me tell you.
Alright. I'm going to bed, because I now have a normal, sane bedtime.
I'm an adult! When did that happen?
...alive
...missing the interweb a whole lot
...overworked, but for once not underpaid
...spending way too much money
...the proud owner of the prettiest Liverpool jersey I could find
...capitalising so as to get used to it for work
...skipping out of work to sleep in, then watch the Champion's League final
...hating Ottawa, everything in Ottawa, every Ottawa fan, and every Ottawa player (even Spezza! Hardcore!)
...speaking fake German
...BFF with Scott now more than ever
...greatly enjoying having Wesley around
...so, so tired
...missing listening to gangsta rap like nobody's business
...ever hopeful for Liverpool
...beyond excited to watch Wesley eat 40 of Toronto's Hottest Wings
...constantly mentally organising everything I type into a proper service request a la work
...ready to rock the FUCK out of Wesley's birthday
...exhausted by the sheer effort of updating Livejournal
But for reals, everything i type in an empty field feels like I'm at work. It's...very hard to explain, but almost upsetting. Now, instead of refolding and reorganising your laundry, I will edit your e-mails and refer to you as CMs. Perhaps I will also book you dining reservations in New York, or purchase Doodlebops Live tickets on your behalf. Yes, really. Doodlebops Live. There's a surprisingly, and equally disconcerting, high demand for Doodlebops tickets. I can't wait to take my first live call for that request, let me tell you.
Alright. I'm going to bed, because I now have a normal, sane bedtime.
I'm an adult! When did that happen?