Is what dreams are made of.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
So I'm playing pool with my brother and while on hitting that last ball before the eighth I hit my finger on the table and it hurt like a son of a gun!!!!! I thought nothing of it at first, but it still hurts and my finger is now swollen. Problem is, I think I hit it directly at the vein, so the vein is either swollen or the thing just burst. I hit it just at the proximal inter-phalangeal joint. . . Yes, I looked that up. I can't bend my finger and the part I hit looks blue and red and it's hard. I wonder what that means. . .
I took a personality quiz once, a loooooong time ago, and according to it my brain is 70% male, 30% female. That explains a lot. It also explains why I'm taking the pain like a man instead of telling someone about it and figuring out why I can't feel my finger. Yeah, that's how it's done. That's how I roll. Now if you'll excuse, I have to bite on something to keep from screaming.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
[The kind you don't take home to mother]
"This glasses make me look like a dork."
Stating the obvious. . . sigh. The glasses make him look like the most charming, salt-and-pepper-haired man I've ever seen. Artsy, yet professional. Fun, yet intellectual. Fashion forward yet. . . my thoughts are being interrupted.
"You don't think they are pretentious? I look like a walking commercial, 'Buy Gucci Glasses.'"
Dreamy. . . "They make a statement alright."
"The statement being: 'I'm gay.'"
And funny! "Haha! Sporting an excellent piece of fashion accessory does not a gay man make." (Why must all gay men be put in one category?)
"I suppose not."
[She's a super freak, super freak She's super-freaky, yow]
"What about the rimless ones?"
"Rimless is so passé."
[That girl's a super freak]
His eyes are dilating. His pupils are taking over those baby blue eyes, overwhelming them, covering them. It's a battle between good and evil. Evil is winning. His pupils are so big now. There's only darkness.
"Wow, I can't see for crap."
"It's the dilation. It should be like that for the next 3 to 4 hours."
[She will never let your spirits down]
"So you think these are it?"
Child, I know those are it. I've known those are it from the moment you walked in, struting your stuff with such pragmatic walk.
"O.K., let's do this thing."
[It's such a freaky scene!]
[Super freak, super freak]
[She's super-freaky, yow]
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Me: What's wrong?
Co-worker: I just hit my knee with the cabinet!
Me: Oh, that can't hurt that much (rolling my chair towards the cabinet)...Ahhhh!!!!
Me: I tried to see how much it would hurt!
Me: *pouts* It hurts a lot!
Both: Ahhhh! Hahaha! Ahhhh! Hahaha! Ouch!