4-8-08
I have my own special agent.
Yep, I really do.
He works for the email fraud division of the secret service and he's become my friend. I send him the "please save my government" emails and he solves them. We've become half assed friends and every now and then we send a "hi how are you?" email or pick up the phone to see what's going on...the only problem is that I can't seem to break him of calling me "ma'am".
Okay, so maybe he's not really "my own special agent", but having him in my life somehow makes me feel safer.
I can't seem to wake up in the mornings lately. Given the opportunity, I would sleep till noon. I have never, ever been like that before. I know it's drug induced. But it's like I don't wanna leave my dreams....and eventually the morning intrudes on them and whatever I'm dreaming takes on the traits of real life. The gentle trilling of a bird is actually the buzzing of my alarm clock sorta thing. And it just pisses me off-every. single. time.
Boychild starts baseball this weekend...the season begins! It's supposed to snow this weekend.
Gotta love Michigan.
Did you watch the office last night? Omigod, I lol'd. Literally. When Michael said...."snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip.....having 3 vascectomy's is very trying on your body".....I gorgled. I love-love-love that show. I also love the Tudors. Mano'man, I would so do Jonathan Rhys Meyers . And I love Lost and Ugly Betty . But I am almost embarrased to admit to the one show I never, ever miss...Rock of Love with Brett Michaels. I get so worked up over who should stay and who should leave.
yesterday, someone told me that I look better than I have in years
guess this stimulator thingie is working, huh?
Yep, I really do.
He works for the email fraud division of the secret service and he's become my friend. I send him the "please save my government" emails and he solves them. We've become half assed friends and every now and then we send a "hi how are you?" email or pick up the phone to see what's going on...the only problem is that I can't seem to break him of calling me "ma'am".
Okay, so maybe he's not really "my own special agent", but having him in my life somehow makes me feel safer.
I can't seem to wake up in the mornings lately. Given the opportunity, I would sleep till noon. I have never, ever been like that before. I know it's drug induced. But it's like I don't wanna leave my dreams....and eventually the morning intrudes on them and whatever I'm dreaming takes on the traits of real life. The gentle trilling of a bird is actually the buzzing of my alarm clock sorta thing. And it just pisses me off-every. single. time.
Boychild starts baseball this weekend...the season begins! It's supposed to snow this weekend.
Gotta love Michigan.
Did you watch the office last night? Omigod, I lol'd. Literally. When Michael said...."snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip.....having 3 vascectomy's is very trying on your body".....I gorgled. I love-love-love that show. I also love the Tudors. Mano'man, I would so do Jonathan Rhys Meyers . And I love Lost and Ugly Betty . But I am almost embarrased to admit to the one show I never, ever miss...Rock of Love with Brett Michaels. I get so worked up over who should stay and who should leave.
yesterday, someone told me that I look better than I have in years
guess this stimulator thingie is working, huh?
posted by nameless to protect the innocent at 11:19 AM
3 Comments:
I could sleep till noon every day.
I PVRed The Office. May watch it this afternoon. Was gonna wait for Frenchie but screw 'im.
:)
everybody needs their own special agent for whatever special reasons.
i can wake up, almost, in the mornings. i can't seem to stay awake. i'm thinking about a bath, jeopardy, food and bed. can't wait to go home.
it better not snow or boychild will be mad. it's time for spring already. i'm looking forward to the warm weather myself.
i've never seen the office. couldn't tell you what channel it comes on. i do watch desperate housewives...i can't wait for that episode to air this sunday. yeah.
N-Joy the weekend nameless.
Lebrit! The Engineer is Latvian -- small world. Do you know Rev. Petrevics? I know he used to preach at the Latvian Lutheran Church in your neck o' the woods.
When I worked for the ISP, we used to have the FBI come in to look for miscreants on a regular basis. You could always tell that they were packing heat by the way they walked. Their arrival was never advertised, but you knew who they were as soon as you saw them. It was amazing how quite and polite the customer support gene pool became when the agents walked in.
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