Thursday, June 23, 2005

Things I Think About When I Should Be Working

SHUT UP TOM CRUISE! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
La la la I can’t hear you! La la la.
Take your stupid science-fiction religion and stick it where you don’t believe suppositories should go.
And then go back to France AND STAY THERE!
I don’t want to hear about you, your barely legal mail order bride or your “excitability” ANYMORE EVER EVER AGAIN.

Oprah, you can shut up too. Just zip it.
Just when I was doing the happy dance of never having to deal with that harpy again she’s EVERYWHERE.
I cannot convince people not to watch her show. I cannot convince the late night comics to stop talking about her (so shut up to them too) and NOW she’s whining that someone judged her based on her skin color…Have you ever seen this woman without makeup? I might lock a door too.

Cancer needs to shove it as well. Yeah, that’s right disease, hit the road.
Too many people had it, have it, are getting it, aren’t surviving it.
Bill Hicks…Now he would be a way better late-night talk show host than that twerp who used to be on Drew Carey…who that THAT was a good idea? They obviously need to shut up as well.

Also, all the people who tell me to quit smoking because of cancer. Shhhhh. Cancer happens, just like shit, all the time.

I really wish I had a donut right now. I mean really.

I need a new hat, some more shoes and some new music to listen to because this never ending, repetitive cycle of Pavement, Built To Spill and Yo La Tengo on my iTunes is sloooooowly driving me mad.

Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate.

Now I want a hamburger…mmmmmh with crispy crispy French fries.
But I still want a donut too…so many high calorie dilemmas.

Oooh I like this song….This is pretty good. It reminds me of college. I wonder if the people in the office building across the street can see me dancing in my chair.
I wish I had binoculars so I could spy on them. I bet they all pick their noses and wipe it under their desks when no one is looking. It just looks like that sort of building.

MORE WATER. Ughhh this job makes my brain hurt. I wish I could just get paid to check my email and find entertaining websites to look at. I’m really rather good at that.

I still want a donut.

So, do I go to the gym? I should work off that giant cheeseburger and pile of magic French fries…but I just don’t feel like it…But I never really feel like it. Plus, maybe sweating will help me get rid of this stupid hangover. Stupid, drinking on Wednesday night, stupid stupid. Sigh. To gym. It’s not really a verb though…might as well be.
To hangover should be a verb though. Albeit a very inactive one.

Verb. Verb. Verb. Verb. Verb. See it looses all meaning when you say it too many times.


What time is it? What time is it? What time is it? What time is it? What time is it?

Sigh.

Hrm...what is the little pink bunny doing today? http://www.frozenreality.co.uk/comic/bunny/index.php?id=36

Aww, cute little pink bunny. I love a pink bunny.

I wonder how much a box of blank CDs costs. I wonder where I can buy one of those linty roller jammers for cheap? They weren't cheap at CVS...in fact, nothing is really cheap at CVS. I have that card and everything...when do the savings start happening?

Oh lord I really just want to go home. I should skip the gym.
I should NOT skip the gym.
I am finally fitting into all the cute little skirts I bought the last time I was skinny...I can't stop now. But I could so just go to sleep right here at my desk.

What time is it? What time is it? What time is it? What time is it? What time is it?

What the hell song is this? I wish Clover had put the names of the songs on that CD she made me...I've been making my own titles up.

Holy crap this is a loooong day.

I still want a donut. Damn.

2 comments:

mars said...

what a post!

How funny that I lauded Craig Ferguson last night before you, and here I see why you brought up the topic in the first place.

Still, what a post indeed.

You got Punko'd!

Daisy said...

brilliant. so totally right on. which CD?