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Feb. 11th, 2007 10:32 pmSo I've come into the office of a Sunday, to prepare for the auditors during a time when there would be no phones and I can put on my music. Props to Launchcast's customizeable radio thinger! Er, yes, it's 10:30pm, and I'll be back in here at 9 am. You and your "linear time" nonsense can go stuff it. Thoughts:
1) ARG WEEKEND TRAINS 168 STREET STATION HAET DIE DIE DIE! *ahem* Sorry, but it took me TWO HOURS to get here. Thank GOD for books.
2) Speaking of, Terry Pratchett needs to publish another book with Polly and the other Monstrous Regiment gals. . Also AHAHAHAHA Moist von Lipwig!
3) Dude, the new accountant guy, Mr. Clark Kent, was HERE when I got here! The boy NEVER LEAVES. At least he wasn't in a tie today. He's a nice kid, I'd hate to have to throw ink at him.
4) How to crash an in-flight entertainment system.
Most Interesting Person of the Day:
On the E train on the way here (once I finally got ONTO it ferthelovachrist), I sat across from a pimp. Like, old school. Older black fellow, rhinestone do-rag under a huge black hat, big old Brad Pitt sunglasses, navy blue suit with gold chains that Mr. T would nod respectfully at, tall tan suede boots, and - most importantly - a white fox fur ankle-length coat. My mom has one of those and by that reference, yeah it was real. Ahhhh, New York. Better than television.
1) ARG WEEKEND TRAINS 168 STREET STATION HAET DIE DIE DIE! *ahem* Sorry, but it took me TWO HOURS to get here. Thank GOD for books.
2) Speaking of, Terry Pratchett needs to publish another book with Polly and the other Monstrous Regiment gals. . Also AHAHAHAHA Moist von Lipwig!
3) Dude, the new accountant guy, Mr. Clark Kent, was HERE when I got here! The boy NEVER LEAVES. At least he wasn't in a tie today. He's a nice kid, I'd hate to have to throw ink at him.
4) How to crash an in-flight entertainment system.
Most Interesting Person of the Day:
On the E train on the way here (once I finally got ONTO it ferthelovachrist), I sat across from a pimp. Like, old school. Older black fellow, rhinestone do-rag under a huge black hat, big old Brad Pitt sunglasses, navy blue suit with gold chains that Mr. T would nod respectfully at, tall tan suede boots, and - most importantly - a white fox fur ankle-length coat. My mom has one of those and by that reference, yeah it was real. Ahhhh, New York. Better than television.
