Current Mood: angry
Current Music: The Killers

so at work, if we accidentally drop our tills, like, drop the cash on the floor, we have to call the "Investigator". Mysterious, right? We have to 'cordon off the area' and 'evacuate'. Madness.
So anyway, the only thing we know about this guy is that his name is Barry. This, coupled with the fact that we have far too much time on our hands, has lead to an ever increasing list of speculations about Barry. Selections follow:


Barry rides upon a wing'ed steed. (oh yeah, that one's mine)

Once I asked Barry, I said, Barry, why was there only one set of footprints that time on the beach? And Barry said, because I carried you.

Barry has a scar across his left eye. Rumor has it that it's from a throwing star, but he doesn't like to talk about it.

Barry occasionally wears an eyepatch.

Barry is a lesser known member of the Justice League.

Barry has fathered children in all contiguous 48 United States. And Guam.

Barry once saved a busful of disabled orphans from a rogue group of syphillitic nuns.

Current Mood: crazy

Current Mood: contemplative

wee!

I love this: http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/weeee.php


and you can't go wrong with sexy flash cats either: http://www.matazone.co.uk/menus/mittensmenu.html 


I wouldn't have made it this far in college without them...


(oh yeah, they're links... they're just sly lavender ones)

Current Mood: sleepy

We need lightbulbs. All we have are these horrible pink softglow porn set lightbulbs, and I'm sick of squinting. I got a sunburn today, though, and yes that's a good thing. I love getting all pink and tingly in the sun, even if I can feel the rays slowly mutating my basement membrane DNA. Yummy!

I did the MS walk today, with Alex from work. We had fun, and it was only supposed to be 3 miles, but we walked almost 5, I think. We were talking and not paying attention at some point and ended up walking through the Ohio Historical Society (what a joke) section. So my ass hurts.

All I can think about is all the work I have to do for class next week, and how we have a test on thursday.

And then sometimes I think about how this is only one test of so very many that I'll have to take and do well on and even pass (!), and suddenly panic sets in. I need to develop some kind of coping mechanism, be it sex, drugs, exercise, or what have you, I need something to distract me.


On another note, aren't you (whomever reads this... which I am beginning to think is only myself, which is fine) glad that I have decent if not exemplary grammar and spelling skills? In my experience, there are some horrendous blogs (is that what this is?) with equally horrendous grammar.
So anyway, you're welcome.

Current Mood: sore

couldn't resist this

You are

Current Mood: drunk
Current Music: O.A.R. - Fool in the Rain (Exclusive Non-Album Track)

And when the day
is done, and I look back

And the fact is I had fun, fumbling around

All the advice I shunned, and I ran

Where they told me not to run, but I sure had fun, so

I'm gonna fuck it
up again

I'm gonna do another detour

Unpave my path

And if you wanna
make sense

What you looking at me for

I'm no good at math

Current Mood: frustrated
Current Music: Ben Folds - The Luckiest

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Fiona Apple