I know those aren't the real lyrics, but I don't feel the need to justify ANYTHING to you people. Oooh, that came off hostile. Maybe it's because I'm back at work today. Yes, I returned to work on a Friday of all the silly things to do. Well, slightly less silly than ramming a straw up my nose.But I'm back and they've taken down my wall. The wall behind the desk that kept the rest of the office from knowing when I was blogging and when I was working. And now they will know. Which probably means less entries for you. I invite you all to send the appropriate letters of complaint to the company bigwigs. Just send them to me and I'll forward them on. Or whatever. I got "tagged" again awhile back and I promised I'd answer so I'm gonna do that now. But I'm not sending it on because I'm afraid of losing more friends (Devon). Anyway, this is what I'm supposed to do:
So the rules are: once you've been tagged, you have to write a blog with "9 weird things/habits about yourself". In the end, you need to choose the 9 people to be tagged and list them... don't forget to tag 9 people."
Here they are (though I don't think they're all that weird)
1. I talk in my sleep rather severely, I've had Alice in Wonderland-like conversations that I don't remember at all. As a kid I scared my parents by yelling things in the middle of the night and waking everyone up.
2. I will spend $99 on something, but find spending $101 intolerable.
3. I refridgerate ketchup, but not peanut butter.
4. I like weak beer. The pansier the better. Heil Rolling Rock!
5. I hate Karen Carpenter, James Taylor, and Neil Diamond's voices...they make me want to gauge out my own eyes with those press-on nails. You know, the pointy ones.
6. I think I have the world's ugliest knees...and I contemplate on this regularly.
7. There is a dish in Morocco that involves ground meat baked into philo dough with powdered sugar sprinkled on top. I love it. Shut up.
8. I can't not sing with the radio...even if I hate the song, if I know any of the words, I sing.
9. I flirt by slinging the most ball shriveling insults at any man I find desirable. I have no control over this. None. And yes, I'm still single. What of it?
There you go. I'm not passing it on.
Oh, and I'll try to post more Morocco pics soon, if you're not sick of them.
Word.
12 keep(s) me blogging:
Yes, when I think of you, I think "ball shriveler". Mayhap I could have just hired you to insult my cat and not have had to pay $90 to a vet to de-nad my cat. The meat-phylo dough things sound pretty good.
No wall? Welp, now you know how I feel.
Refridgerating peanut butter is overrated. More power to you on that one but...but how can you not like Karen Carpenter's voice??? I think you envy her ethereal singing. You get a yellow card for that one.
Awww Kara, you could never lose me... because i'm EVERYWHERE!!!!
but seriously, i have much less of a problem with this one because it doesn't claim to be something it is not, and I have only to spectate since I have not been tagged myself.
#3 is completely resonable. in fact it would be wrong to do otherwise... Have you tried to refridgerate peanut butter? it makes it imposible to spread. if there is one thing you need from peanut butter its spreadability. The second thing you need is chunks of peanuts.
mmmmm... peanut butter.
People put pb in the fridge? What the screw?
Wierd...I never even see you anymore and I knew all of those things except for #7 and it doesn't count because you just went there. That there was a serious run-on sentence.
I love James Taylor.
Hey, did you ever sing in your sleep? What's wrong with #7? 8 is kinda interesting. HOw do you manage when you don't know the words?
I knew all those things about you too except I didn't know that you didn't know how to spell gouge or refrigerate, hmmm, Miss QA. I think you need hypnosis or something to overcome the ball shriveling, it's very offputting you know. I second (or is it third) how good the sugary meat dish is. Glad you're feeling better.
Tomato sauce as we like to call it is great cold and peanut butter is useless after its been hardened in the fridge; it tears the bread.
yea, i've never put pb in the fridge...so not werird. i think it's weird if you DO.
i also flirt by insulting. they just fall out of my mouth and i can do nothing to control them. i tried, and then people thought i was this shy, quiet girl. so, that wasn't going to work! ;)
the $99 vs $101 thing is something i also do...it's weird.
and, i also talk severely in my sleep. teehee, it makes me laugh. i love that it freaks people out. :)
jen - mayhap you can cross stich me a nameplate that i can wear around my neck to warn the menfolk off
ax - she sucks, she sucks, she sucks
devon and everyone else - here's the rub...if you buy that organic NATURAL peanut butter you HAVE to refridgerate it or it goes oogie, something i didn't learn soon enough. alas.
Number 9 sounds like an excellent birth control strategy. Maybe you could market your technique as a man repellant.
dear people k2 works for,
i am very disappointed. and angry. and, well, i don't know what else. there are several pretend emotions happening simultaneously so it's difficult to distinguish one from the other. plus, they're pretend. i'm dead inside, afterall.
but that's not the point. what right do you have to tear down her wall? we need that wall. she needs that wall! you're killing k2. now if you can live with that, then i guess there's nothing else for me to say. but i don't think you can. because k2 tells me you're weak. and spineless. and, quite frankly, impotent - both sexually and in life. i don't know how she knows the sex part... probably just heard it from everyone else in the office. you may want to get that checked out... and stop tearing down walls. jerk.
kindest regards,
d
p.s. - give the girl a raise would ya? she's earned it.
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