Things have been busy.
BUSY, I TELL YOU.
But don't you worry, all is well. (We just don't have time to write about it.)
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By the way, Happy Bill Murray Day!
Showing posts with label unicorns. Show all posts
Showing posts with label unicorns. Show all posts
The Ish Report, 11-whatevertodayis-2010
So I was driving to work this morning when the damnedest thing happened: this older gentleman in a Chevrolet midsize pickup decided to declare his angst for pedal-depression with a more active form of protest in hitting my car. He was very enthusiastic about it -- and I'm definitely quoting what I presumed my make-believe telepathy would have uncovered -- thinking often that he was "sticking it to the Man." Somehow.
I'm fine. I smell like shit and piss, because the older gentleman had some issues controlling himself while we were exchanging information. Otherwise I'm fine. Except for the blood.
Sassy Is Mad At Ingrid For No Real Good Reason
You might have noticed we've been listening to Ingrid Michaelson lately. (By which I mostly mean "I've been listening" far more.) It was accidental, she popped up on my Pandora one day. I noticed her song You and I and liked it because it had a great line about wanting to do what bunnies do (with you-know-who). Awwww.
Graphic Design(er) Of The Future(r) (Err...?)
I'm bored and Sassy isn't at the computer (say, like, working or something). I don't even think she's in the building; I could call out, but that sort of ruins the mystery now doesn't it?
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