Showing posts with label the decency police are coming to get me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the decency police are coming to get me. Show all posts

04 May 2007

i don't mesh well with the dewey decimal system. it makes me have to pee.

so. now that i've had my breakfast of champions - java latte, crumbler and enough poffertjes to sink a battleship - i'm off to start my day. and it's going to be a good day. because any day with a breakfast like that is bound to be freakin' amazing and full of acid reflux. i wonder if i have acid reflux. it could be a giant ulcer eating its way through my esophogas. maybe it's a tumor. maybe i'm just a hypochondriac...

my trip to tpa has been temporarily postponed. scheduling inefficiencies are pushing it back a week. so i'm leaving on 14may and getting back 15may. i still have to figure out how to get back to msn to pick up my car, but i'm sure that will work itself all out. as of yet, i do not have a travelling companion but i am soliciting volunteers of the male persuasion, tall, dark hair, dark eyes, from the east coast and name starting with r. or c for chickenshit.

hmmm.... i wonder if i can swear on a public library computer. i guess we'll find out when i hit publish and sirens start wailing and lights flashing and the decency police come looking for me. after all, i am in the dutch village of all that is holy, overpriced, misspelled and stuck in the back of the closet.

let's make this a real test: shit, fuck, damn, hell, bitches.

nothing yet. i may be in the clear. but i am getting some funny looks from my cubicle mates as i sit here giggling to myself at the idiocy of this entire post.

funny, funny poop.

speaking of, being at the library always makes me have to go to the bathroom. i wonder what's up with that.

ANYWAY. since i'm not going to tpa, that means that i can celebrate quatro de mayo and cinco de mayo with nigel. i hear there's a kegger going on at one of the local lakes with some coworkers. we're going to have to figure out which lake, because that will make a difference in the direction we (slowly, damnit!) drive but that could be fun. my mom's down with my drinking as long as it's in one-inch quantities that don't involve a trough or a fish bowl. i say bring it on... in one inch quantities, of course. i'm going to have to find a sombrero for cinco de mayo.

photo coming soon...