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Boy, do I have a demanding readership or what? You go on a one week hiatus, and suddenly, bloggers from everywhere are leaving flattering compliments in the form of sentiments like, “blog more, dangit!”
Okay, here’s what you’ve missed;
Basically, the company that I "work" for has decided to stifle our will to live. Not my will, our will. We got an email that went something like this, ‘dear underpaid, over worked suckers; effective immediately, remove all instant messaging software from the glowing box that sits directly in the middle of your home away from home. Maybe you’d better stop looking at shopping type websites, too, as we’ve heard those are fun, and that’s no longer allowed. Also, start keeping time cards for the first time ever, because we want something to complain about at our next meeting, and we’ve decided that watching you come and go and recording it to the minute and comparing it to your time card is going to be the first complaint topic. Love, your boss. P.S. no more personal phone calls from your desk.’
Seriously people, what are they going to take away next? All the free porn? I’ll have to quit if they do… I may take up smoking in order to take breaks. So that’s why I’ve not been blogging much. Whadder you all trying to do, get me canned?
Next on the agenda. I went to a concert last night! It was (don’t ask me how this happened) a double header, Def Leppard and Bryan Adams (okay, you asked. All I can figger is that they are both managed by Mr. Twain, er, I mean, Mutt Lang).
There were, of course, MULLETS GALORE. I even took a few pictures for your viewing pleasure! This is, in my opinion, one of the finer examples of rad hair. We have on oh so natural looking spiral perm, just to the right of a vicious chick mullet. Yes, you read that right, that is a chick mullet. Not a dude.
This picture is a good example of one of the MANY original 80’s Def Leppard tour shirts. What made this one so special? Another chick mullet. Right. On.
Here is one of Rebecca and me. Aren’t we pretty? I decided to show you all my ample gums. All eight feet of them. I find it to be a really good look. When you’ve got it you’ve got it.
I’ll leave it up to some of the other concert goers to actually review the show. I was too busy gawking.
I’ll try to blog in my normal style with my normal frequency soon.
arrivederci, rebecca marie
P.S. i kind of pretty much hate the girl who got to go up on stage and sing "when you're gone," with bryan. kind of. pretty much.
Okay, here’s what you’ve missed;
Basically, the company that I "work" for has decided to stifle our will to live. Not my will, our will. We got an email that went something like this, ‘dear underpaid, over worked suckers; effective immediately, remove all instant messaging software from the glowing box that sits directly in the middle of your home away from home. Maybe you’d better stop looking at shopping type websites, too, as we’ve heard those are fun, and that’s no longer allowed. Also, start keeping time cards for the first time ever, because we want something to complain about at our next meeting, and we’ve decided that watching you come and go and recording it to the minute and comparing it to your time card is going to be the first complaint topic. Love, your boss. P.S. no more personal phone calls from your desk.’
Seriously people, what are they going to take away next? All the free porn? I’ll have to quit if they do… I may take up smoking in order to take breaks. So that’s why I’ve not been blogging much. Whadder you all trying to do, get me canned?
Next on the agenda. I went to a concert last night! It was (don’t ask me how this happened) a double header, Def Leppard and Bryan Adams (okay, you asked. All I can figger is that they are both managed by Mr. Twain, er, I mean, Mutt Lang).
There were, of course, MULLETS GALORE. I even took a few pictures for your viewing pleasure! This is, in my opinion, one of the finer examples of rad hair. We have on oh so natural looking spiral perm, just to the right of a vicious chick mullet. Yes, you read that right, that is a chick mullet. Not a dude.
This picture is a good example of one of the MANY original 80’s Def Leppard tour shirts. What made this one so special? Another chick mullet. Right. On.
Here is one of Rebecca and me. Aren’t we pretty? I decided to show you all my ample gums. All eight feet of them. I find it to be a really good look. When you’ve got it you’ve got it.
I’ll leave it up to some of the other concert goers to actually review the show. I was too busy gawking.
I’ll try to blog in my normal style with my normal frequency soon.
arrivederci, rebecca marie
P.S. i kind of pretty much hate the girl who got to go up on stage and sing "when you're gone," with bryan. kind of. pretty much.
proclaimed by rebecca marie at 1:47 PM
8 flattering compliments:
did you happen to catch any pics of bryan adams with your cam? i used to be sooo in to him (in the 8th grade) i still swoon every time i watch the music video on the end of "robin hood: prince of theives" . . .
anyway, sorry to hear about the nazis taking over your work place. when is your last day anyway? then you can be the boss of yourself forever! whoo-hoo!
i don't know what i'd do if i wasn't allowed to take minibreaks in cyberspace every now and then at work . . . geeze.
my camera is not that fancy, but jason preuit did, and i'm gonna make him email them to me so that i can pretend they are mine and post them.
jason even got to touch bryan. could. you. die?
Where, pray tell, did Jason touch . . . no, I'd rather not know.
Hey! i accidentally cut my hair in to a mullet about a year ago...I was a little hammered (is there such a thing? a little hammered?) anyway, they started calling me "Josephine Dirt" at work.
That may be the best category of mullet yet: accidental mullet. Hahahahaha.
He only shook his hand, James. Jeesh, you're such a perv.
I think your gums are gorgeous.
It was, with great sadness, that I missed the Def Leppard / Bryan Adams show here in Phoenix.
Do not be ashamed. Pour some sugar on me!
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