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A few days back, I posted another round of "ask arbed anything". The lovely Val asked about songs popping into my head. Well, this very moment, the song that's in my head is Simon & Garfunkel's "The Sound of Silence". And now, thanks to me, it's in your head, too. Are you singing along yet?
According to my email, PASTOR DIKE WANTS ME TO CONTACT SKYLINE COURIER AND DELIVERY COMPANY IMMEDIATELY. The caps are the good pastor's, not mine.
Sounds exciting, doesn't it?
After I shoved ol' Pastor Dike over to the spam folder, I had a quick look around in there. Thomas Auel is trying to tell me that "Everything will be as you do not" (sounds ominous), Augie Crispin wants me to "Re-discover your intimate life!" (so do I, Augie, so do I), Tennie Chiera tells me "Do not be afraid of making changes in your life" (well, depends on the changes, yanno), Adolphus Aggie wants me to know about the "Perfect Job in the United States" (perfect for who, exactly?), and Jasen Cornelius was one of many who felt I needed to know "What a stupid face you have here arbed0039" (you're too sweet, Jasen, really).
Thanks to one and all. I'll be sure to think long and hard on each bit of prophecy/advice/life lesson/money opportunity you have presented to me so kindly.
It's been a long time since I first saw this video, but it was posted on CO today. I was reminded of how absolutely sweet the situation was. Well, as long as you don't put your speakers on <shudder>. I'm a bitch on the outside and a sap at heart (ever heard that expression "scratch a cynic, you'll find a romantic"?). But I have to draw the line somewhere, and that line is at Whitney Houston and her ilk, and chick flicks. Well, let's rip this little digression back on track and watch the video, shall we?
Who's turn is it to amuse me? C'mon, don't be shy. Step right up.
If you could do anything you want tomorrow, what would it be?
Submitted by Becca-Pink.
<whines> But Mooooom, why can't I do it todaaaaaaaaay?
I think I might have put on a tad too much parfum today. Oh well, at least I smell purty. It's my special one so I don't wear it often and sometimes I misjudge - lol.
Oh, and Val? I'm wearing a very long skirt today in your honour.
Speaking of clothes, I've been noticing this look a lot: wearing a spaghetti-strap top or tank top over a blouse-type shirt. Also, this morning I saw a tshirt under a strapless top. I don't get it. Of course, I have never liked that untucked shirt under the sweater look either, and tons of girls do that.
Ugh, my desk is such a mess. I really should have come in yesterday for a bit, but I'm also glad I didn't, yanno? I enjoyed the day off more than I would normally enjoy a weekend, so that's a plus.
Okay, off I go. I have a meeting with a client this morning and then we're going to lunch, so I guess I should make sure that Boss and I are prepared.
I have no words. From CNN.com.
Why does every "good" day eventually head in a downward direction? There's still time before it's over, and maybe the fireworks will have their usual effect of putting a smile on my face. I haven't crashed or anything, but the threat of that is always there when I'm too "up". Luckily most days are a pretty even keel all the way through.
Now someone go get me some ice cream.
I'm just slightly to the east of downtown Ottawa, right in line with Parliament Hill. The Snowbirds do a flypast or two every Canada Day. They just completed one and it went RIGHT ABOVE MY FREAKING BUILDING - reeeeaalllyy low. I mean my building is only three stories high and it seemed like I could reach right up and touch them, for pete's sake.
