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long, stupid day.
Sep. 15th, 2005 10:16 pmThe best thing about today is its proximity to Friday. It's not that it was bad, just.. there was nothing special about it. I did the work thing and have done the computer game thing and the day-of-launch-fixes for Mosaic Minds and coming up soon is the bed thing. This Saturday is the Poppy Mountain bluegrass festival in Morehead. We came up with an elaborate plan to go up tomorrow night to stay with my parents, and we were going to get everything packed and ready tonight. Just before we got started on that, I realized that.. umm. My parents won't even be home tomorrow, because they'll be.. you guessed it! At Poppy Mountain! Duh. And I'm NOT paying $60 for us to go up there for three hours on Friday night. So, since that isn't happening, I hit a major case of the lazy today and have done absolutely nothing worthwhile. Quite nice, really.
When M was on his way home from work, we were talking on the phone as we usually do, and he said, "It's been a long and stupid day." And so I said, just to distract him from the issues sprouting from the long, stupid day, "But you have a long and stupid wife at home!" (This was a comment designed to provoke a playful argument because M would, of course, say I wasn't stupid, or long, either, as he delights in reminding me that I lack vertical presence.) Imagine my surprise when he said, "Nuh uh! I have a short and stupid wife at home!" Well, thank you, dearest! It made us both laugh but perhaps you would have to have been there. No one really gets it that we find great humor in bitchy jokes. (EDITED TO ADD: After he said that, there was a short pause, and then he said, "YOU TRICKED ME, YOU BITCH!" which is really what made it so funny, but I forgot to mention that part. M said that it was just as well since I'd already made him look bad enough in this entry, but for the sake of historical accuracy, I thought I should mention it.)
I guess I can't really complain too much because I am totally spreading the wrong impression at work. I got some spam this afternoon, and I clicked on the delete button in the toolbar, but my aim was off, so I accidentally printed it. I had to run off to the printer room before someone picked it up to see that I--my name in large letters at the top of the email--was printing a memo on where to find information about enlarging my penis one to three inches. I came back through at a more sedate pace and told![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
queen_b980 that I was too clearly stupid to use email. (There doesn't seem to be a height requirement, otherwise this could have totally come full circle! By the way, have I ever mentioned how much I hate it when people say "full circle"? No? Right.) Just for the record, I tossed the letter in the confidential recycling bin because hello! No need to chance someone seeing my penis enlargement communication! Besides, I don't have a penis. Although I have dearly wished that I had one at certain points in my life, basically all of which revolve around the damned dishes at my grandfather's house. I just don't feel that my lack of a penis means that I'm supposed to clean up after the penis-wielding folks asleep in the living room, and could I possibly use the word "penis" any more in this paragraph? I am glad that Google doesn't index my journal.
I'm just going to shut up now while I'm ahead. If I am, in fact, ahead. I don't know.
When M was on his way home from work, we were talking on the phone as we usually do, and he said, "It's been a long and stupid day." And so I said, just to distract him from the issues sprouting from the long, stupid day, "But you have a long and stupid wife at home!" (This was a comment designed to provoke a playful argument because M would, of course, say I wasn't stupid, or long, either, as he delights in reminding me that I lack vertical presence.) Imagine my surprise when he said, "Nuh uh! I have a short and stupid wife at home!" Well, thank you, dearest! It made us both laugh but perhaps you would have to have been there. No one really gets it that we find great humor in bitchy jokes. (EDITED TO ADD: After he said that, there was a short pause, and then he said, "YOU TRICKED ME, YOU BITCH!" which is really what made it so funny, but I forgot to mention that part. M said that it was just as well since I'd already made him look bad enough in this entry, but for the sake of historical accuracy, I thought I should mention it.)
I guess I can't really complain too much because I am totally spreading the wrong impression at work. I got some spam this afternoon, and I clicked on the delete button in the toolbar, but my aim was off, so I accidentally printed it. I had to run off to the printer room before someone picked it up to see that I--my name in large letters at the top of the email--was printing a memo on where to find information about enlarging my penis one to three inches. I came back through at a more sedate pace and told
queen_b980 that I was too clearly stupid to use email. (There doesn't seem to be a height requirement, otherwise this could have totally come full circle! By the way, have I ever mentioned how much I hate it when people say "full circle"? No? Right.) Just for the record, I tossed the letter in the confidential recycling bin because hello! No need to chance someone seeing my penis enlargement communication! Besides, I don't have a penis. Although I have dearly wished that I had one at certain points in my life, basically all of which revolve around the damned dishes at my grandfather's house. I just don't feel that my lack of a penis means that I'm supposed to clean up after the penis-wielding folks asleep in the living room, and could I possibly use the word "penis" any more in this paragraph? I am glad that Google doesn't index my journal.I'm just going to shut up now while I'm ahead. If I am, in fact, ahead. I don't know.
