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Dec. 15th, 2003 12:59 pmI just finished off my third roll of toilet paper in the past two days. This sick thing is for the birds. The taste of cherry menthol is permanently adhered to the roof of my mouth. I'm not sure I'll ever get it out of my mind.. I'm so sick of these cough drops.. and sicker still at the thought of running out of them. Whine, whine, whine.
I'm actually not in a bad mood, surprisingly enough. Mainly, I'm just bored. My attention span is limited, and I've finally given up on getting any work on the site done until I'm feeling better. I can't play with my new printer because the smell of the toner makes me sneeze like crazy. I can't tat because of the nose issue. My friends have been remarkably quiet today, or maybe it just seems that way because I've been checking too often. :) I guess that's alright because my eyes have a hard time staying focused on the screen for very long. (Don't have to look at the screen to write this nonsense, but I AM sorry to inflict it all on you.) I'd like to make more marble magnets, but I can't imagine what I'd do with them. There's a metal breaker thingie on the wall behind my desk, half-hidden by the door. I could put some there, but I figure that calling attention to ugly grey boxes is rarely a good idea.
Have you ever looked at a picture of something completely unpervy and seen something completely inappropriate? And then without you even mentioning it, someone else looks at the picture, turns around and says, "Hey, what's with this inappropriate picture?" It's like the University of Kentucky's old logo. The UK mascot is a wildcat, and about ten years ago, someone looked at it and said, "Excuse me, but why does our mascot have a penis in its mouth?" And everyone in the state rummaged around in their dresser drawers and pulled out that UK tshirt they bought last year, took a good look at it and said, "It DOES have a penis instead of a tongue! Look at this, Verna, it has a penis!" Polite laughter, followed by guffawing. You want to see the penis, don't you? You're sitting there unable to concentrate on what I'm saying, planning your Google search. I'll save you the trouble. See The Penis. See, Verna? It's very phallic. In any case, after it was pointed out, you were completely unable to look at the logo without checking out its tongue and thinking "Penis!" They actually changed the logo over the whole ruckus. It was a big deal. Anyway, I have seen the Inappropriateness in a certain image, and M has seen it as well, and now every time I see it, I giggle a little and wonder how no one else has seen it. I know I'm being vague, but you know. I don't want to be the one to tell the owner of this inappropriate image that there is something inappropriate about it, because then every time they look at it, they'll say "Oooh! *Inappropriate Behavior!* Either that or they'll just get pissed off at me for my inappropriate visions. And that would be completely inappropriate.
Anyway, it's time for M to call. I think he just wants to laugh at my croaking voice again, but he's pretty so I'll let him.
I'm actually not in a bad mood, surprisingly enough. Mainly, I'm just bored. My attention span is limited, and I've finally given up on getting any work on the site done until I'm feeling better. I can't play with my new printer because the smell of the toner makes me sneeze like crazy. I can't tat because of the nose issue. My friends have been remarkably quiet today, or maybe it just seems that way because I've been checking too often. :) I guess that's alright because my eyes have a hard time staying focused on the screen for very long. (Don't have to look at the screen to write this nonsense, but I AM sorry to inflict it all on you.) I'd like to make more marble magnets, but I can't imagine what I'd do with them. There's a metal breaker thingie on the wall behind my desk, half-hidden by the door. I could put some there, but I figure that calling attention to ugly grey boxes is rarely a good idea.
Have you ever looked at a picture of something completely unpervy and seen something completely inappropriate? And then without you even mentioning it, someone else looks at the picture, turns around and says, "Hey, what's with this inappropriate picture?" It's like the University of Kentucky's old logo. The UK mascot is a wildcat, and about ten years ago, someone looked at it and said, "Excuse me, but why does our mascot have a penis in its mouth?" And everyone in the state rummaged around in their dresser drawers and pulled out that UK tshirt they bought last year, took a good look at it and said, "It DOES have a penis instead of a tongue! Look at this, Verna, it has a penis!" Polite laughter, followed by guffawing. You want to see the penis, don't you? You're sitting there unable to concentrate on what I'm saying, planning your Google search. I'll save you the trouble. See The Penis. See, Verna? It's very phallic. In any case, after it was pointed out, you were completely unable to look at the logo without checking out its tongue and thinking "Penis!" They actually changed the logo over the whole ruckus. It was a big deal. Anyway, I have seen the Inappropriateness in a certain image, and M has seen it as well, and now every time I see it, I giggle a little and wonder how no one else has seen it. I know I'm being vague, but you know. I don't want to be the one to tell the owner of this inappropriate image that there is something inappropriate about it, because then every time they look at it, they'll say "Oooh! *Inappropriate Behavior!* Either that or they'll just get pissed off at me for my inappropriate visions. And that would be completely inappropriate.
Anyway, it's time for M to call. I think he just wants to laugh at my croaking voice again, but he's pretty so I'll let him.
