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[10/10/2003]
I officially am sick and tired of work.
Off the record, I prefer a job than not having one, but the official party line is this: ....I hate work.
I am a sentimental old fool, and it saddens me to no end that you're leaving.
I still remember the first time we met, you in your white blouse and blue jeans. I never looked at your shoes of course, because guys don't do that. But to this day I remember your smile as you held the door open for me at seventy-five's underground parking, how your head jutted to the side as if to say "Come on, hurry it up old man." I remember thinking to myself "That smile will take her far." I hate being right. I won't be ashamed to say that I had the briefest of crush on you. Like a kid who sees a toy and wants it for that moment alone, forgotten as he's carted to the next isle, I too, thought you were sugar incarnate. That quickly subsided after speaking with you though. I knew you were clearly out of my league. So instead, I reveled in being a good co-worker/water cooler-chatting kinda pal, and I think it's worked out quite nicely, well maybe too nicely. I have partial photographic memory, kitten, and I remember lots about our friendship. I will always treasure those times we both worked on weekends, laughing at our plight, that smile of yours bringing more sunshine than perferct summer days. Please don't get me wrong, I don't think of you anymore than what we are, or were -- tea buddies, and I'm content with that. More than content -- honoured. Well (I think all serious heartfelt sentiments start with "well"), thanks for your offers of making me tea when you were too lazy to hit Timmies (which, unfortuately was too often. I still hate tea at work!) Thanks for not filing harassment charges when I showed you "The Parlour" that time. Do you even remember that? Oh gawd, I was so embarassed when they said "doggie style". I had no clue, honest! Thanks too for laughing at my puny girlie-man body, because no matter how many times I went to the gym in a day, you always made me feel skinny. I actually appreciated that, because it motivated me to try harder, to push more weight, only to come back and have you tell me I look slim. Besides, who wants to walk around with a fat head thinking they're Ahhnold, right? I need people like you. Most of all, thanks for being a friend. I know that sounded pretty cliche, but if there was ever a time anyone's meant it, it would be now. I don't have any pretense that we were the closest of friends, but you've always been there when I really was going nuts and needed somebody to listen to me whine about yet another reason why The Company drives me batty, and for that, I am indebted to you, good dame. Okay, so you're not ready to be a dame, but you're close. Pretty soon, you're going to make Mr. Man the happiest person in the world, and I'm a little jealous of that. Not of him per se, and definitely not of you being with him, but if I should never find true happiness, I'll know at least it exist in this crazy world of ours, and you're the one who showed me -- leaving it all behind to be happy. So a fond farewell my tea mate; may the stringy on your teabag never leave it's tether, the milk never curdle, and your stir stick never melt. Say it with me - "Extra large tea, milk and sugar - bag in; to go please." P.S. - Did I ever tell you how I look to you in defining the word "courage"? Respectfully yours, losir ....My little PreludeGirl is all grown up.
[10/09/2003]
This is one of my all time favorite pictures taken by moi. This was totally unplanned - i.e. fluke.
So a buddy sent me this link.
If you're too lazy to read, let me recap. Basically, 2002/3 Nissan Maxima headlights are extremely easy to remove because of a design flaw. It does not require a thief to lift up the hood of the car, they basically pop right out with a screwdriver. Nissan has furthermore refused to issue a real fix to the problem, and will not compensate for the lost time/money a consumer has spent on this problem. First, what is the big deal? So instead of buying new headlights, get some "hot" ones. i.e.: Stolen. Not that I condone buying hot items, but in this case, I could make an exception. Secondly, if they really are that easy to remove, why not remove them yourself before leaving your car in a public place. Just pop them off and place them in your trunk or something. Didn't people use to velcro their Honda and BMW badges for the same reason? ....Remember, think outside the box.
[10/08/2003]
I think the worst thing about constipation are the numb legs.
....Hmm, that should have just been a tagline.
[10/07/2003]
One of the cutest pix ever. Although I don't celebrate Hallowe'en, I can't help but go "Awwww...."
I had an epiphany about three years ago.
You see, most of my adult life, I've been poor. While my friends were eating out and buying cars, I was home cooking, and flashing my bus pass. There's no sour grapes here. I enjoyed my time on the TTC, and occasionally miss it. Afterall, there's not much reading to be done behind the wheels, and that's one thing I dearly miss -- a good book on a long bus ride. For the longest time, a trip to the grocery store was an occasion. It was an event. It usually meant spending a day out of the weekend (or at least a good part of an hour) with a female companion who had wheels (because shopping for grocery with a guy is just ghey!) After two years of owning my first golf, I realized one day that: "Hey! I don't need to wait for the weekend to buy food. I got my own vehicle...." It means nothing to you, but I liken that moment to near-enlightenment. In the same vein, I brought my VISA bill to work this morning, and then I realized: "D'oh! I have internet at home now, I don't have to bring it to work any longer!" ....Stupidity is hard to break.
[10/06/2003]
The following picture does not in any way support the theory of macro-evolution.
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