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Collection of minor aggravations...
Jun. 17th, 2004 08:52 pmSigh... today just seemed to be one of those gray days where everything is either bleak or annoying. From the four dead birds in the road on the way to work to the minor fiasco of mixing up two computer orders at work (not my fault, but did cause me quite the headache) to the purchase and application of what looked like really exciting nail polish but which turned out to be totally hideous once dry (must remove ASAP!), to the discussion/angst batshit circus ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sundart and I are currently having... Feh.
The day was not devoid of goodness.sundart and i went to see Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Ass-Kebob again this evening, ( blah blah blah ) Before the movie, I rode out to the mall on Bellenoire from work, despite the heat. Ah, biking to techno, always a happy thing.
I also think I scared some dude with a mullet on the bus on the way home.sundart was attempting to write down a song title in her notebook at the same time I was struck with the odd and sudden need to break out into a fairly rousing rendition of "Liquor to Like Her." She told me to shush for a sec while she wrote down the song, and I responded with "But Carole, Hank Williams, Jr. is boiling out of my ass. I'm going to have to yell 'Are you ready for some football!' in another minute!" The look this guy gave me was a cross between absolute horror and a desperate attempt to not laugh. I love playing "scare the redneck" sometimes. ;)
sundart and I are currently having... Feh.The day was not devoid of goodness.
sundart and i went to see Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Ass-Kebob again this evening, ( blah blah blah ) Before the movie, I rode out to the mall on Bellenoire from work, despite the heat. Ah, biking to techno, always a happy thing.I also think I scared some dude with a mullet on the bus on the way home.
sundart was attempting to write down a song title in her notebook at the same time I was struck with the odd and sudden need to break out into a fairly rousing rendition of "Liquor to Like Her." She told me to shush for a sec while she wrote down the song, and I responded with "But Carole, Hank Williams, Jr. is boiling out of my ass. I'm going to have to yell 'Are you ready for some football!' in another minute!" The look this guy gave me was a cross between absolute horror and a desperate attempt to not laugh. I love playing "scare the redneck" sometimes. ;)
