Attention!
This property and all other domains within its sphere have heretofore been delared nonprivate! (That’s different than public.) I wish there was a rule that stated that if something went on the web, everyone would see it. Or could see it readily. Everyone will see it at some point, just competely out-of-context and in the most destructively hurtful way possible. And I’ve fallen into it myself; I’ve posted friends-only and privately on my lj, and I’ve had private content on one of my sites. But no more! None of this secret blog, friends-only, join the forum bullshit. My experience has been that these are the kind of places that breed a twisted hive-mind solipsism. The place for avataristic, faceless inbreeding. The place where only one thing is guaranteed: somebody will have their hate at the ready. I know I’m not going to change how anybody else does bidness, I just want you to know that from here on out, my shiznit is all wysiwyg and such. (I’m cracking myself up really bad right now.) And! If you’ve got something to tell me, feel free to email or call, since I won’t be acknowledging no p-a bullshit on the interweb. You know where to find me. Right… HERE. So! Work has been so awesome since all the figurative hugging occurred. Today we had a birthday party for Josh. It’s not that I don’t know Josh’s name, I just forget to remember it until I hear it again. Pam brought in a 20-layer fluffy irish-cream-chocolate cake-thing with sugar chrysanthemums on the top. I made Josh eat the flowers, as that is what you’re supposed to do to someone on their birthday: force them to eat something that could easily make them puke. Michael apparently took up a meth habit today, and was even more frenetic than usual. A typical conversation:him: Where’d Micci go?
me: To get plates for the cake.
him (5 minutes later): Is Micci gone?
me: She went to get plates!
him (after I get back from the bathroom and have been sitting at my desk for 2 minutes): Huh?
me: I didn’t say anything.
him: I asked where Micci went.
And then I’m still laughing about this im, which wasn’t even the thing that made me spit chewed sammich out on my keyboard, and made Michael ask what the hell I was laughing about over there.
me: To get plates for the cake.
him (5 minutes later): Is Micci gone?
me: She went to get plates!
him (after I get back from the bathroom and have been sitting at my desk for 2 minutes): Huh?
me: I didn’t say anything.
him: I asked where Micci went.
me: i just told micci ‘midgets are good for everything’
him: they are!
him: like when you drop your keys in the sewer
him: you can tie them to the end of a rope
him: and put a piece of chewed bubble gum on them
me: oh god
him: and you can drop them on the keys
him: the gum sticks to the keys
him: and you pull them up
him: its the actual weight on the midget that really helps
me: stop it, i’m dying
him: their stubby little fingers don’t hold stuff well so you need the gum
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him: they are!
him: like when you drop your keys in the sewer
him: you can tie them to the end of a rope
him: and put a piece of chewed bubble gum on them
me: oh god
him: and you can drop them on the keys
him: the gum sticks to the keys
him: and you pull them up
him: its the actual weight on the midget that really helps
me: stop it, i’m dying
him: their stubby little fingers don’t hold stuff well so you need the gum
in the suburbs
i took this the other night… also in the suburbs. hmm.
i’ve been told i look tired. yes, i am very tired.
Jenni