So my blog is part of this Visa card giveaway thing. Go comment on this post, answering the question: “What was the WORST stain you have ever acquired?”
You could win a $100 VISA gift card. No joke. For reals. On my little blog. Go comment! http://bit.ly/cAMdHA
Someone in here made a whiny sound, so I said, “What’s your problem?” But instead of saying PROBLEM I said PARABOLA which doesn’t really make sense at all because I hate math. ANYWAYS, after I heard myself say parabola, I couldn’t stop repeating it in my head. Over and over again. Parabola. Parabola. Parabola? Parabola! PARABOLA. It eventually lost all meaning to me and basically what I am trying to tell you is that I am really, really tired. So tired that nothing makes sense anymore and also I would like a ginger ale.
GUH.
WHY DID YOU HAVE TO MENTION GINGER ALE? Now I want ginger ale. And all I have is stale, old coffee. I KNOW, RITE??
jonathaneunice asked: So I just found, accidentally, via search, a post in which you called one of your coworkers out for some veiled sexual innuendo/dismissive comments. I amen'd you all the way.
Just wanted to check that, if we met at a tweetup or such, and I happened to call you the sexiest girl/woman I'd ever met who was also a monkey, but also looked like a squirrel...or, um, vice versa...that would still be ok, right? Because, even sight-unseen, I'm sure that's actually true.
I only consider it sexual harassment when its tied to my paycheck. Else, I’m good with political incorrectness by anyone so long as they have a nice ass. And are within punching distance.
Nobody remembers all the random Central California/Bay Area bands I was into - I don’t even remember most of them.I’ll give you one hint who can share that nostalgia with you: FRESNO UBER ALLES.
Hell, he probably played in/with some of them.
It achieves Automatic Reblog status.
It’s true.
It is.
I made this for you a long time ago: http://bln.gs/b/1lz78l
…and then I made this other one, which unfortunately doesn’t have a unicorn in it: http://bln.gs/b/1lz5p8
