Lulu
okay. i didn't want to do it.
but i have no choice.
i'm going to take off my pants.
then i'm going to get up on my desk and waggle my buttocks whilst singing "loo-loo-loo-looooooo" and whacking myself in the head with an inflatable dolphin.
it's a thursday tradition.
today, for work, i played a lot of internet hearts. then i read a bunch of blogs. then i checked the mail for my boss and responded to some work email. then i played a bunch of internet hearts.
i'm pretty good, but i get distracted by people asking me "work" questions and by "work" email coming in at "work." then i don't know if someone threw the king of clubs or not and that shit is important.
i gave notice.
i have approximately 61.5 days of work left minus 6.5 sick days and 5.5 vacation days and 3 personal days.
that's 46.5 days of work left. counting today. unless i save the vacation days until the end. then i have 52 days left. one for each card.
i wonder how many days of "work" i have left? do i have to compute that using dog years or something?
if i can kill another hour it will be time for julia's going away party. she's going across the street. to the opera.
seriously.
uh. a party for that? isn't that the kind of thing they normally beat you up for?
whatever. i like julia. i will partake of her party favors in a non-lewd way.
i may or may not remain pantsless however. no promises.
seems like they would tonya harding her ass. break her knee with an oboe or something.
go, notice!